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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.