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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
New Order,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.