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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.

All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Pagans, Hashim, Aural Exciters, Bush Tetras, Icehouse, Underground Resistance, The Blues Magoos, Fatback Band, The Buckinghams, Stereo Dub, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Negative Approach, Traffic Nightmare, Bad Manners, John Cale, Joe Finger, KRS-One, Johnny Clarke, Franke, Dennis Brown, Bronski Beat, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Sound, Hardrive, The Alarm Clocks, Severed Heads, Tears for Fears, Scrapy, Eyeless In Gaza, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Gerry Rafferty, The Cure, MDC, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Althea and Donna, Flipper, Visage, Janne Schatter, Barry Ungar, These Immortal Souls, the Bar-Kays, Sam Rivers, The Raincoats, Man Eating Sloth, Lou Reed, Jandek, Saccharine Trust, Guru Guru, Todd Rundgren, New Age Steppers, Spandau Ballet, Thompson Twins, Davy DMX, June of 44, Sound Behaviour, Zero Boys, The Residents, Marshall Jefferson, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, X-Ray Spex, The Real Kids, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.

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)