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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.