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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.