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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.