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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.