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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.