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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.