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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.