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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.