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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.