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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.