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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Faust,
Index,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.