Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.

All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Janne Schatter, The Searchers, Pere Ubu, Chris & Cosey, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Mission of Burma, Traffic Nightmare, Sixth Finger, Eric Dolphy, The Sonics, In Retrospect, Second Layer, The Toasters, Jerry's Kids, The Leaves, Scientists, The Selecter, Barry Ungar, The Techniques, Guru Guru, Banda Bassotti, Tomorrow, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Donald Byrd, the Swans, Deakin, Das Ding, Shuggie Otis, Model 500, Negative Approach, Isaac Hayes, Lou Reed & Metallica, Avey Tare, Soft Machine, The Cramps, Anakelly, Arthur Verocai, The Wake, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Jeff Lynne, Black Sheep, H. Thieme, Ornette Coleman, Talk Talk, Soul Sonic Force, Ossler, Ralphi Rosario, Cecil Taylor, Gabor Szabo, the Normal, LL Cool J, Scion, Girls At Our Best!, One Last Wish, Little Man, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Offenders, Fifty Foot Hose, Lungfish, Glambeats Corp., Lower 48, MC5, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.

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)