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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
the Germs,
Gong,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.