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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.