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 South and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.