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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.