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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.