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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.