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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.