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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.