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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.

All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Knickerbockers, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Rapeman, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Standells, Nick Fraelich, New Order, Fad Gadget, Lindisfarne, Nik Kershaw, Lyres, Ultravox, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Section 25, Godley & Creme, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Gun Club, Louis and Bebe Barron, Cybotron, Public Image Ltd., The Evens, Fear, The Fuzztones, Leonard Cohen, The Victims, Animal Collective, kango's stein massive, Eli Mardock, Todd Rundgren, New York Dolls, Swans, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Spandau Ballet, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Slick Rick, Pagans, Bizarre Inc., Steve Hackett, Panda Bear, Todd Terry, Skarface, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, CMW, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Walker Brothers, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Black Dice, Chris & Cosey, Bob Dylan, Blossom Toes, Eric Dolphy, Bill Wells, Joensuu 1685, June of 44, U.S. Maple, Crooked Eye, Faraquet, Anakelly, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nico, Sandy B, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.

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)