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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.