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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.