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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.