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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.