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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.

All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Y Pants, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Soul II Soul, The Modern Lovers, Bill Wells, Rapeman, Livin' Joy, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, D'Angelo, The Move, Be Bop Deluxe, Jerry's Kids, Cybotron, Kenny Larkin, Bobby Hutcherson, The Doobie Brothers, Dual Sessions, Jesper Dahlbäck, Magma, Wings, Boogie Down Productions, Mission of Burma, Marshall Jefferson, ABBA, The Searchers, Henry Cow, Bob Dylan, Infiniti, Donald Byrd, Lakeside, Thee Headcoats, Steve Hackett, This Heat, Spoonie Gee, Roxette, Crooked Eye, Rosa Yemen, Aswad, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Smiths, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Bronski Beat, Funky Four + One, the Soft Cell, Pantytec, Black Moon, The Tremeloes, David Axelrod, the Sonics, The Skatalites, the Germs, Bush Tetras, Janne Schatter, Delta 5, The Pop Group, Beasts of Bourbon, Blake Baxter, Rotary Connection, Al Stewart, Kurtis Blow, Junior Murvin, Glenn Branca, New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.

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)