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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
UT,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.