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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.