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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Technova,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
MDC,
Japan,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Slave,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.