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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.