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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.