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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.