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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.