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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
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.