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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joyce Sims, Kayak, Maleditus Sound, Sixth Finger, KRS-One, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Moss Icon, Don Cherry, Bizarre Inc., Black Pus, Bobbi Humphrey, Soul Sonic Force, Graham Central Station, Los Fastidios, Blossom Toes, 10cc, Circle Jerks, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Kurtis Blow, Grey Daturas, Absolute Body Control, Crime, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Make Up, Eric Copeland, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, A Certain Ratio, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, In Retrospect, Glambeats Corp., Donny Hathaway, Newcleus, The Residents, Toni Rubio, Lalann, Deadbeat, The Wake, Sad Lovers and Giants, Chrome, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Busters, John Lydon, Icehouse, Boredoms, Japan, Television Personalities, Chris & Cosey, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Detroit Cobras, Fugazi, Symarip, Crash Course in Science, Kerri Chandler, Lou Reed & Metallica, D'Angelo, Bush Tetras, Tomorrow, Amon Düül II, Eddi Front, Slick Rick, The Fire Engines, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.

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)