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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.