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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.