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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.