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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.