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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.