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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.