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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.