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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.