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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
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 Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.