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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Residents to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.