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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.