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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.