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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.

All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Saccharine Trust, X-Ray Spex, Leonard Cohen, Country Teasers, Jeff Mills, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gil Scott Heron, Jerry's Kids, The Velvet Underground, Bobbi Humphrey, Porter Ricks, Bill Wells, Lou Reed, Fear, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Johnny Clarke, Surgeon, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Fuzztones, Cybotron, Cal Tjader, Organ, Deakin, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Ronan, Television Personalities, Flash Fearless, Eric Copeland, Buzzcocks, Crispy Ambulance, The Victims, Bobby Sherman, Grey Daturas, Althea and Donna, The Mummies, John Lydon, Barclay James Harvest, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Darondo, New Age Steppers, Robert Wyatt, Pet Shop Boys, Radiopuhelimet, Nils Olav, Agent Orange, Unwound, E-Dancer, Godley & Creme, Scott Walker, Lindisfarne, The Gap Band, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Selector Dub Narcotic, Main Source, Gong, The Knickerbockers, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.

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)