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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.