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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.