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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.