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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.