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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.