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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.