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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.