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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.