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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.