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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.