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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 oboe 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.