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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.

All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Deakin, Jacob Miller, The Leaves, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Spoonie Gee, Y Pants, June Days, The Mighty Diamonds, Tim Buckley, The Sonics, The Pretty Things, Dead Boys, Black Flag, The Index, Albert Ayler, Yaz, ABBA, Drexciya, EPMD, Curtis Mayfield, Kool Moe Dee, Lalann, Angry Samoans, Hot Snakes, Kerri Chandler, Arthur Verocai, The Smiths, The Gories, Funky Four + One, The United States of America, 48th St. Collective, Wolf Eyes, John Coltrane, Fugazi, Organ, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Saints, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Iggy Pop, Easy Going, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, the Fania All-Stars, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Neil Young, The Moleskins, The Cosmic Jokers, Rosa Yemen, Funkadelic, Quando Quango, Cymande, X-101, Judy Mowatt, Warren Ellis, Rufus Thomas, Cal Tjader, It's A Beautiful Day, Soft Cell, Ronan, Franke, Gil Scott Heron, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.

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)