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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.