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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.