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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.