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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.