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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Urselle,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.