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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bush Tetras, The Selecter, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Sly & The Family Stone, Crispy Ambulance, The Knickerbockers, Fat Boys, Khruangbin, Metal Thangz, Warsaw, Japan, Intrusion, Goldenarms, Ten City, Rod Modell, Model 500, Dark Day, The Modern Lovers, Rhythm & Sound, Nick Fraelich, Gerry Rafferty, Hardrive, Harmonia, Cybotron, Jandek, X-102, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Aural Exciters, Visage, The New Christs, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, L. Decosne, Newcleus, Barclay James Harvest, Amazonics, Black Bananas, Louis and Bebe Barron, Unrelated Segments, Nirvana, Tres Demented, The Invisible, Mandrill, The Sisters of Mercy, Eli Mardock, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Deakin, Sixth Finger, Animal Collective, The Happenings, Outsiders, Peter & Gordon, Shoche, The Monks, Youth Brigade, Television Personalities, Grey Daturas, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Heaven 17, Motorama, F. McDonald, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Ultimate Spinach, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.

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)