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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.