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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Swans,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.