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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.