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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.

All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Television, Robert Wyatt, Reuben Wilson, New Age Steppers, Main Source, Khruangbin, The Kinks, David Axelrod, The Dirtbombs, A Flock of Seagulls, Gregory Isaacs, Alison Limerick, David McCallum, Pere Ubu, Camouflage, Unrelated Segments, Boz Scaggs, Gian Franco Pienzio, Magma, The Stooges, Skaos, Bobby Byrd, Tommy Roe, Electric Prunes, Parry Music, Pylon, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sam Rivers, Country Joe & The Fish, Carl Craig, Pagans, Mission of Burma, The Seeds, Cybotron, Mo-Dettes, Nick Fraelich, Warren Ellis, Lou Reed, the Germs, Blancmange, Kevin Saunderson, Brothers Johnson, Magazine, The Pop Group, Byron Stingily, Moss Icon, Sparks, Stetsasonic, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Terrestrial Tones, Easy Going, The Monks, X-Ray Spex, Interpol, The J.B.'s, Albert Ayler, Eden Ahbez, Roy Ayers, The Names, DNA, the Association, Lindisfarne, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.

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)