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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.