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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.