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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.