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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.