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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.