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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ossler 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.

All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Michelle Simonal, Electric Light Orchestra, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Ituana, a-ha, The Royal Family And The Poor, Crispy Ambulance, The Music Machine, AZ, Public Image Ltd., Alphaville, Yusef Lateef, Buzzcocks, Aswad, Kas Product, Tomorrow, Bluetip, Heavy D & The Boyz, Joy Division, Junior Murvin, Country Teasers, Matthew Bourne, Jandek, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Fat Boys, Pharoah Sanders, Minny Pops, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Soulsonic Force, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Mr. Review, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Deakin, Sam Rivers, Interpol, The Raincoats, Sex Pistols, Terry Callier, Slick Rick, The United States of America, Alice Coltrane, Gil Scott Heron, London Community Gospel Choir, The Smoke, Nas, Jeff Mills, Icehouse, Jesper Dahlbäck, Swans, Blake Baxter, Tom Boy, Dorothy Ashby, Danielle Patucci, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bronski Beat, EPMD, Avey Tare, Flamin' Groovies, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.

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)