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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.

All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

In Retrospect, Marvin Gaye, Piero Umiliani, the Slits, Eurythmics, The Fire Engines, The Dead C, Nik Kershaw, Audionom, Inner City, Eric Dolphy, Soul Sonic Force, Morten Harket, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, PIL, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Q and Not U, Grey Daturas, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Eric Copeland, Fat Boys, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Slits, UT, The Cure, Frankie Knuckles, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Sonic Youth, The Doors, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Popol Vuh, Throbbing Gristle, Tears for Fears, Bronski Beat, Tom Boy, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Cramps, Stetsasonic, Basic Channel, The Mighty Diamonds, Minny Pops, Alice Coltrane, Pantytec, Heaven 17, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Moss Icon, Reagan Youth, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Nas, Junior Murvin, The American Breed, The Kinks, Camouflage, Man Parrish, Pole, Minor Threat, Fatback Band, Harmonia, The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.

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)