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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.

All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Leonard Cohen, John Foxx, E-Dancer, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, OOIOO, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Mary Jane Girls, Morten Harket, Gregory Isaacs, Y Pants, Eric Dolphy, The Gories, The Fire Engines, The Saints, Nico, Skaos, One Last Wish, the Slits, Amon Düül, Stereo Dub, Spoonie Gee, Eli Mardock, Lindisfarne, Michelle Simonal, James Chance & The Contortions, Kayak, John Coltrane, Nation of Ulysses, The Raincoats, Smog, Piero Umiliani, Alphaville, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, DNA, Sam Rivers, Kool Moe Dee, Section 25, PIL, Wire, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Quadrant, Massinfluence, Sarah Menescal, Moby Grape, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, L. Decosne, The Blackbyrds, Pierre Henry, Roxy Music, The Human League, Echospace, Arthur Verocai, Boogie Down Productions, Ice-T, The Seeds, Bobby Sherman, Sonic Youth, Eden Ahbez, Warren Ellis, Circle Jerks, Ronan, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.

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)