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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.