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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.