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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.