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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.