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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.

All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rhythim Is Rhythim, John Lydon, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Zeros, Morten Harket, Radiopuhelimet, La Düsseldorf, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Ronnie Foster, Nation of Ulysses, Absolute Body Control, Quadrant, The Blues Magoos, Faust, Bad Manners, Brothers Johnson, New Order, Echo & the Bunnymen, Eli Mardock, The Electric Prunes, Arcadia, Bootsy Collins, Lakeside, The Residents, Eric Dolphy, Ultravox, The New Christs, Isaac Hayes, Frankie Knuckles, Scott Walker, Stockholm Monsters, E-Dancer, Mo-Dettes, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Detroit Cobras, Sixth Finger, Shuggie Otis, Marshall Jefferson, Max Romeo, Funkadelic, The Motions, Graham Central Station, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Fall, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Television, Skaos, June Days, Hot Snakes, Q and Not U, Khruangbin, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, ABBA, Sun Ra, Sparks, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Brand Nubian, Yellowson, Sun Ra Arkestra, X-102, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.

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)