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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
The Associates,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.