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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Nas,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.