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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.

All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Television Personalities, Black Pus, John Lydon, Bill Near, Colin Newman, The Human League, Traffic Nightmare, Can, Rekid, Funkadelic, Talk Talk, The Durutti Column, Moss Icon, Susan Cadogan, Eli Mardock, The Vogues, This Heat, Mission of Burma, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Mandrill, Stetsasonic, Joensuu 1685, Ralphi Rosario, The Gories, Liaisons Dangereuses, Crispian St. Peters, Inner City, Rakim, Cecil Taylor, Brothers Johnson, Brass Construction, Hasil Adkins, The Divine Comedy, Hot Snakes, Lyres, Hardrive, Ultra Naté, Pharoah Sanders, Kango’s Stein Massive, Lakeside, Ten City, John Cale, Ash Ra Tempel, Bobby Byrd, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Pantytec, 8 Eyed Spy, The Monochrome Set, Minor Threat, Marc Almond, Q65, Stereo Dub, Depeche Mode, Stiv Bators, Fort Wilson Riot, James Chance & The Contortions, The Angels of Light, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Invisible, Darondo, Duran Duran, Fatback Band, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.

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)