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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.