Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.