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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.