Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.

All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Mo-Dettes, Dennis Brown, Infiniti, Althea and Donna, Gichy Dan, Brothers Johnson, The Cramps, Cameo, MDC, Bang On A Can, Section 25, John Foxx, Ultimate Spinach, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Gastr Del Sol, Lonnie Liston Smith, The New Christs, X-101, Cybotron, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, June Days, New Order, Delta 5, Bronski Beat, The Black Dice, Soul II Soul, Agent Orange, Lou Christie, Heavy D & The Boyz, Judy Mowatt, DJ Sneak, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Eve St. Jones, Sexual Harrassment, The Cosmic Jokers, Wings, Niagra, Heaven 17, The Walker Brothers, The Barracudas, a-ha, Country Joe & The Fish, UT, Warsaw, The Birthday Party, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Rekid, It's A Beautiful Day, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Fatback Band, Electric Light Orchestra, Funky Four + One, The Neon Judgement, The Doobie Brothers, Public Enemy, Pere Ubu, Delon & Dalcan, Cluster, Big Daddy Kane, Essential Logic, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)