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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.