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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.