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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.