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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.