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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
CMW,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.