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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.