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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.