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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.

All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Tim Buckley, Black Sheep, Barrington Levy, Rekid, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, David Bowie, Todd Rundgren, Visage, The Gladiators, The Motions, Soul II Soul, The Index, EPMD, The Barracudas, Sly & The Family Stone, Sunsets and Hearts, Mark Hollis, Guru Guru, The Residents, AZ, Pet Shop Boys, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Nirvana, The Wake, Fort Wilson Riot, Bobbi Humphrey, The Human League, Pulsallama, Aural Exciters, Arthur Verocai, The Cure, Ralphi Rosario, Whodini, Brand Nubian, Ten City, The Beau Brummels, The Selecter, Boz Scaggs, Mission of Burma, Gang of Four, Wings, MDC, Bobby Hutcherson, Metal Thangz, the Normal, Thompson Twins, Dawn Penn, the Fania All-Stars, Agitation Free, Sun Ra Arkestra, Public Enemy, Black Flag, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, L. Decosne, Eurythmics, Bauhaus, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.

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)