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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.