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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.

All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

10cc, The Dave Clark Five, DJ Style, Pole, The Techniques, Freddie Wadling, The Stooges, Jesper Dahlback, Leonard Cohen, Radiopuhelimet, Roger Hodgson, Joensuu 1685, Jeff Lynne, Liaisons Dangereuses, Yaz, The Toasters, Howard Jones, The Tremeloes, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Monks, The Electric Prunes, Davy DMX, The Star Department, Deakin, Jawbox, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Tres Demented, Albert Ayler, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Busters, Urselle, The Grass Roots, Masters at Work, Anakelly, Thompson Twins, Aloha Tigers, Hot Snakes, Jandek, The Royal Family And The Poor, Ken Boothe, Los Fastidios, Derrick Morgan, Lou Reed & John Cale, Amazonics, Brand Nubian, Monolake, Country Joe & The Fish, Royal Trux, Stiv Bators, Jeru the Damaja, Camberwell Now, The Walker Brothers, The Doors, Robert Hood, D'Angelo, The Fuzztones, The United States of America, The Neon Judgement, Minor Threat, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.

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)