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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.