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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Adolescents, Silicon Teens, Supertramp, The Doors, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Seeds, Slick Rick, Oblivians, Porter Ricks, 48th St. Collective, The Sound, The Birthday Party, Alison Limerick, Thee Headcoats, Jimmy McGriff, Henry Cow, Byron Stingily, Monks, The Velvet Underground, Young Marble Giants, Maleditus Sound, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Iggy Pop, Roy Ayers, Can, Man Parrish, The Electric Prunes, Jeff Mills, The Misunderstood, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Blossom Toes, Morten Harket, The Beau Brummels, Scion, The Techniques, Fluxion, Crooked Eye, Scan 7, Bush Tetras, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Wake, The Martian, Gregory Isaacs, Barclay James Harvest, Half Japanese, Dark Day, Sparks, The Pop Group, Roger Hodgson, The Standells, Sun Ra Arkestra, Parry Music, Bootsy Collins, Joe Finger, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, London Community Gospel Choir, The Trojans, Altered Images, The Skatalites, Nik Kershaw, Echospace, John Cale, The Vogues, X-Ray Spex, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.

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)