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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.

All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

FM Einheit, The Victims, Toni Rubio, Kenny Larkin, Deakin, Jerry's Kids, Ossler, Quadrant, DNA, Audionom, The Doobie Brothers, The Motions, Camouflage, Selector Dub Narcotic, Jerry Gold Smith, Chris & Cosey, Bluetip, The Gladiators, T. Rex, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Curtis Mayfield, Sad Lovers and Giants, Barrington Levy, Kerri Chandler, Jawbox, Roxette, The Smiths, Dual Sessions, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Skriet, Scott Walker, John Holt, Excepter, the Slits, Pussy Galore, The Alarm Clocks, Cluster, The Pretty Things, Rotary Connection, Sex Pistols, Skarface, Kas Product, Warren Ellis, Banda Bassotti, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Roger Hodgson, Gang Green, Carl Craig, Arthur Verocai, Eve St. Jones, The Royal Family And The Poor, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Silicon Teens, Drive Like Jehu, Lindisfarne, Barbara Tucker, Vladislav Delay, Y Pants, Jeff Lynne, Sam Rivers, Tubeway Army, Althea and Donna, Mary Jane Girls, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.

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)