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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.