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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Faust,
Magma,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.