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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Wire,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.