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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.