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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.