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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.