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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.