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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.