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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.