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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.