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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.