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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 ABC to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
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Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.