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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.

All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

K-Klass, Gerry Rafferty, The Red Krayola, Country Teasers, The Selecter, Peter & Gordon, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Fire Engines, The Misunderstood, Ossler, Yellowson, Scan 7, Pharoah Sanders, Boredoms, The Wake, Michelle Simonal, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Moebius, The Angels of Light, The Standells, FM Einheit, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Nico, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Techniques, The Royal Family And The Poor, Jeff Mills, The Seeds, The J.B.'s, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Johnny Osbourne, Davy DMX, The Kinks, Popol Vuh, Youth Brigade, The Mojo Men, Barrington Levy, Malaria!, Grauzone, The Fuzztones, Animal Collective, the Association, Lalo Schifrin, The Remains, Andrew Hill, Angry Samoans, Eddi Front, Dark Day, Oblivians, Anakelly, The Cure, Joy Division, Camberwell Now, Electric Prunes, Bauhaus, the Germs, Brothers Johnson, Carl Craig, cv313, Main Source, Bronski Beat, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.

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)