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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.

All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Derrick Morgan, Derrick May, Loose Ends, the Sonics, Porter Ricks, The Associates, Slave, Curtis Mayfield, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Flash Fearless, Pharoah Sanders, Maurizio, The Skatalites, The Doobie Brothers, World's Most, Flamin' Groovies, The Jesus and Mary Chain, LL Cool J, Flipper, Minor Threat, Neil Young, Wally Richardson, Public Image Ltd., Ornette Coleman, Ash Ra Tempel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Joy Division, Henry Cow, Danielle Patucci, Sonny Sharrock, Stereo Dub, A Flock of Seagulls, Gastr Del Sol, B.T. Express, Yusef Lateef, The Barracudas, Johnny Clarke, Ohio Players, The Detroit Cobras, La Düsseldorf, The Blues Magoos, The Monochrome Set, Bobby Sherman, Jeff Lynne, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Knickerbockers, Lower 48, The American Breed, Boogie Down Productions, Goldenarms, Can, Joe Smooth, It's A Beautiful Day, Leonard Cohen, Camouflage, Echospace, Accadde A, Essential Logic, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.

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)