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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.