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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.