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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.