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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.