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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Gong,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.