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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.