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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.