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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.