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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.

All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?

Barrington Levy, Country Teasers, June Days, Robert Wyatt, Minor Threat, Sonny Sharrock, The Fortunes, Bill Wells, Outsiders, Reuben Wilson, Tom Boy, Boogie Down Productions, Gian Franco Pienzio, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Franke, Flamin' Groovies, Adolescents, Public Enemy, The New Christs, Von Mondo, The Durutti Column, Scion, Stockholm Monsters, David McCallum, Tim Buckley, Bluetip, Hot Snakes, Metal Thangz, The Slackers, Brand Nubian, Cheater Slicks, Man Parrish, T.S.O.L., Glambeats Corp., Jawbox, Symarip, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Panda Bear, Fela Kuti, Section 25, Brick, Robert Hood, The Doobie Brothers, Bob Dylan, Mission of Burma, Big Daddy Kane, Todd Terry, The Mighty Diamonds, The Remains, Jandek, The Blues Magoos, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Japan, Brothers Johnson, Boredoms, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, K-Klass, Whodini, The Beau Brummels, One Last Wish, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.

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)