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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
UT,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.