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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.