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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.