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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.