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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.