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 Greece and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.