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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.

All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Doobie Brothers, Kerri Chandler, Fluxion, Absolute Body Control, Tubeway Army, Archie Shepp, R.M.O., Isaac Hayes, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Rod Modell, Index, Dave Gahan, Neu!, Buzzcocks, Q and Not U, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, ABBA, Niagra, Jeru the Damaja, Talk Talk, Pussy Galore, Thee Headcoats, Electric Light Orchestra, The Vogues, Todd Terry, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Human League, the Normal, Amon Düül II, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Sam Rivers, Supertramp, EPMD, The Searchers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Rapeman, K-Klass, Pulsallama, Monolake, Aswad, The Litter, Lebanon Hanover, Crispy Ambulance, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Marc Almond, B.T. Express, Don Cherry, Minor Threat, FM Einheit, The Residents, Aaron Thompson, L. Decosne, The Neon Judgement, Ice-T, Stereo Dub, Prince Buster, The Move, Main Source, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Young Rascals, Gerry Rafferty, Royal Trux, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.

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)