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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Can,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.