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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.