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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.