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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.