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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Deakin,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.