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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.