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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.