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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.

All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül, Negative Approach, Babytalk, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Modern Lovers, The Pop Group, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Gastr Del Sol, Freddie Wadling, Kayak, Sparks, Morten Harket, LL Cool J, New Age Steppers, Mission of Burma, Shuggie Otis, The Grass Roots, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Porter Ricks, Kings Of Tomorrow, Lyres, Robert Hood, Bluetip, Lalo Schifrin, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Malaria!, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Barrington Levy, Aural Exciters, The Electric Prunes, Urselle, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Erasure, Ultimate Spinach, Suicide, Radio Birdman, Electric Light Orchestra, Ice-T, Bobby Sherman, Blossom Toes, Scrapy, Subhumans, The Beau Brummels, Brand Nubian, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Mojo Men, The Standells, Ludus, Ponytail, DeepChord presents Echospace, Pierre Henry, Skriet, Dual Sessions, Rod Modell, The Royal Family And The Poor, Black Sheep, The Fall, Stiv Bators, Moby Grape, Bang on a Can All-Stars, ABC, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Yellowson, Public Image Ltd., Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.

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)