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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.