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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.