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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.