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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.

All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Japan, Crash Course in Science, Be Bop Deluxe, Pantaleimon, Surgeon, Simply Red, Cymande, Average White Band, Lalo Schifrin, The Toasters, Jerry's Kids, Minny Pops, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Rufus Thomas, Grey Daturas, Television Personalities, Pylon, D'Angelo, Youth Brigade, The Fortunes, Agent Orange, the Slits, Moby Grape, Oppenheimer Analysis, Janne Schatter, The Chocolate Watch Band, Mission of Burma, Echo & the Bunnymen, Crispy Ambulance, Lindisfarne, Ralphi Rosario, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Techniques, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Star Department, Icehouse, Hasil Adkins, Q and Not U, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Selector Dub Narcotic, Whodini, Ultra Naté, Black Moon, The Standells, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Ronnie Foster, Barry Ungar, The Dead C, Spoonie Gee, Mandrill, The Buckinghams, Joyce Sims, Lungfish, Nation of Ulysses, Model 500, Eden Ahbez, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Gap Band, Peter and Kerry, Skriet, Visage, Pet Shop Boys, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.

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)