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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Technova,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.