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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.