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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.