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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Remains,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.