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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
This Heat,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Nico,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.