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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.