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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.