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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.