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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.