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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.