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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.