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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
The Names,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.