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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.