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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.