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 Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.

All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun Ra, Cheater Slicks, Kerri Chandler, The Fugs, Soul II Soul, Main Source, The Gladiators, Cluster, Babytalk, Nas, Patti Smith, Eric Dolphy, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Theoretical Girls, Eyeless In Gaza, The Seeds, Harry Pussy, The New Christs, Mantronix, the Slits, Lindisfarne, Nik Kershaw, Sugar Minott, Guru Guru, Suburban Knight, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Fortunes, Royal Trux, Radiopuhelimet, The Chocolate Watch Band, E-Dancer, Newcleus, Glenn Branca, Can, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Liliput, Duran Duran, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Cosmic Jokers, Scrapy, Metal Thangz, The Velvet Underground, Be Bop Deluxe, Todd Terry, Delon & Dalcan, Marvin Gaye, Lalann, Vaughan Mason & Crew, D'Angelo, the Normal, Excepter, Eurythmics, Kevin Saunderson, Von Mondo, June of 44, Sunsets and Hearts, Sly & The Family Stone, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Slits, Joyce Sims, Jesper Dahlback, Wally Richardson, Goldenarms, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.

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)