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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ituana 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.