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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.