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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.