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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.