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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.