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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.