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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.