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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.