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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
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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.