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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.

All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The United States of America, Byron Stingily, Glenn Branca, The Grass Roots, Pantaleimon, The Blackbyrds, Kerri Chandler, Goldenarms, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Juan Atkins, The Birthday Party, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Vladislav Delay, Electric Prunes, Jerry Gold Smith, Public Enemy, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Amon Düül II, Easy Going, Eli Mardock, Tom Boy, The Standells, Mars, Hasil Adkins, Michelle Simonal, Vainqueur, Gichy Dan, Quadrant, Leonard Cohen, The Cowsills, Alison Limerick, Swans, Sarah Menescal, Drive Like Jehu, New Order, Tubeway Army, Von Mondo, Ultimate Spinach, Porter Ricks, the Soft Cell, Warren Ellis, Electric Light Orchestra, The Mojo Men, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Raincoats, Organ, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Nirvana, Erasure, Tomorrow, Pet Shop Boys, The Shadows of Knight, Khruangbin, The Gap Band, Al Stewart, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Spoonie Gee, The Dead C, Ituana, 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)