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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.