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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.

All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Skaos, Ultra Naté, Lou Christie, Theoretical Girls, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Glambeats Corp., Brass Construction, Lower 48, Soul II Soul, Soft Machine, The Gap Band, Jesper Dahlback, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Howard Jones, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Saints, K-Klass, Simply Red, The Grass Roots, Fear, Unrelated Segments, Electric Prunes, Kurtis Blow, Outsiders, The Zeros, The Busters, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Tres Demented, Leonard Cohen, Ken Boothe, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, DeepChord presents Echospace, Iggy Pop, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Cecil Taylor, Hasil Adkins, Neu!, Beasts of Bourbon, the Fania All-Stars, Crash Course in Science, Kaleidoscope, The Alarm Clocks, the Germs, The Fugs, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Moody Blues, Hot Snakes, Pet Shop Boys, Lalann, UT, The Monochrome Set, T. Rex, Echospace, Camouflage, Sparks, Hashim, Fifty Foot Hose, The Standells, Be Bop Deluxe, Kas Product, Henry Cow, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.

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)