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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.