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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.