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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Television to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.