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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.

All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bill Near, Morten Harket, Jacob Miller, Visage, Camouflage, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Eyeless In Gaza, Ajijia Myrayebe, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, John Lydon, Flipper, Bluetip, Johnny Clarke, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Minny Pops, Unrelated Segments, Ossler, Q and Not U, Byron Stingily, X-102, the Association, Robert Wyatt, Kurtis Blow, Ohio Players, Roy Ayers, Jeff Mills, Funkadelic, Gang Starr, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, David Axelrod, Altered Images, Anakelly, The Star Department, Kevin Saunderson, It's A Beautiful Day, the Slits, The Dirtbombs, Fat Boys, Donald Byrd, The Sonics, Ultravox, Icehouse, Cal Tjader, The Dave Clark Five, The Chocolate Watch Band, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Absolute Body Control, Oneida, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Susan Cadogan, Lightning Bolt, Dennis Brown, Bobby Womack, Crispy Ambulance, Mary Jane Girls, The Offenders, Wasted Youth, Eddi Front, Derrick Morgan, D'Angelo, The Leaves, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.

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)