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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.