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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.