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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.