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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.