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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terry Callier 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.

All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jacob Miller, Isaac Hayes, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Skatalites, Marine Girls, The Trojans, Intrusion, Idris Muhammad, Radiohead, Crash Course in Science, Beasts of Bourbon, Donald Byrd, Bauhaus, Aural Exciters, The Modern Lovers, Ultramagnetic MC's, Bobby Byrd, The Slits, Bush Tetras, Oneida, The Young Rascals, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Grey Daturas, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Pole, Jeru the Damaja, Hashim, Pharoah Sanders, Kayak, Mission of Burma, JFA, The Smoke, Whodini, Model 500, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Oblivians, Agitation Free, T. Rex, Stockholm Monsters, The Cramps, Althea and Donna, Janne Schatter, Cal Tjader, The Human League, Selector Dub Narcotic, D'Angelo, It's A Beautiful Day, Chris Corsano, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Alton Ellis, Maleditus Sound, Kenny Larkin, Sam Rivers, Flash Fearless, Malaria!, Kevin Saunderson, The Alarm Clocks, Cabaret Voltaire, Todd Rundgren, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, In Retrospect, Soft Machine, Terry Callier, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.

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)