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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
DNA,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.