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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.