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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.