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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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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.