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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.