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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.