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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.