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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.