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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.

All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Animal Collective, The Skatalites, the Sonics, Ultravox, The Durutti Column, Bluetip, the Bar-Kays, Gong, Groovy Waters, Easy Going, Thee Headcoats, Minutemen, Fad Gadget, Leonard Cohen, Prince Buster, Pantytec, Heavy D & The Boyz, Pet Shop Boys, Infiniti, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Mojo Men, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Sisters of Mercy, Japan, The Walker Brothers, The Trojans, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Grandmaster Flash, Lou Christie, Pagans, Scratch Acid, Kango’s Stein Massive, Mad Mike, Gastr Del Sol, Boz Scaggs, Girls At Our Best!, Carl Craig, The Young Rascals, Lalann, Harmonia, Chrome, Das Ding, Reuben Wilson, Young Marble Giants, The Martian, Rakim, Wings, The Cosmic Jokers, Kerri Chandler, Parry Music, Flipper, London Community Gospel Choir, The Dave Clark Five, Moss Icon, June of 44, kango's stein massive, Sly & The Family Stone, Wally Richardson, Electric Prunes, Sällskapet, Soul Sonic Force, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.

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)