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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.

All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Silicon Teens, Cluster, Unrelated Segments, The Buckinghams, Aswad, Lalann, John Lydon, The Blackbyrds, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Todd Terry, The Royal Family And The Poor, Black Flag, The Golliwogs, Adolescents, Iggy Pop, The Divine Comedy, Colin Newman, 8 Eyed Spy, The Sonics, Tom Boy, Brass Construction, Schoolly D, Ultramagnetic MC's, Wings, Simply Red, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Eric Dolphy, Bauhaus, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Aloha Tigers, Tim Buckley, Crooked Eye, Eddi Front, The Gladiators, Minnie Riperton, Bizarre Inc., Connie Case, Dual Sessions, Brand Nubian, Lebanon Hanover, Sun Ra Arkestra, Ralphi Rosario, The Cramps, June Days, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Jesper Dahlback, Joensuu 1685, Terrestrial Tones, Ultra Naté, Sun Ra, MDC, Buzzcocks, Larry & the Blue Notes, Eric Copeland, Archie Shepp, Carl Craig, The Doobie Brothers, Ituana, Marshall Jefferson, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Gastr Del Sol, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.

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)