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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.