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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.

All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bluetip, Ludus, Neu!, The Evens, David Bowie, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Derrick Morgan, DJ Style, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Boogie Down Productions, Jerry Gold Smith, Scott Walker, Joe Smooth, The Red Krayola, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Sun City Girls, Slick Rick, Icehouse, Ultravox, The Alarm Clocks, Arcadia, The Sound, T. Rex, Marc Almond, The Fire Engines, Cybotron, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Crooked Eye, Delon & Dalcan, Minnie Riperton, Gastr Del Sol, Curtis Mayfield, Joey Negro, Tommy Roe, Pere Ubu, Mission of Burma, Peter and Kerry, Make Up, Clear Light, Q and Not U, Echospace, Kaleidoscope, The Durutti Column, Marcia Griffiths, Althea and Donna, Arab on Radar, Leonard Cohen, D'Angelo, Dennis Brown, Panda Bear, Gichy Dan, Moss Icon, Colin Newman, Skarface, The Star Department, The Walker Brothers, In Retrospect, Sugar Minott, Ponytail, Idris Muhammad, Outsiders, the Bar-Kays, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.

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)