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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.