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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
UT,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.