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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.