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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Move,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.