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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.

All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

T.S.O.L., MDC, Bizarre Inc., Roxy Music, Minutemen, Sandy B, Godley & Creme, Susan Cadogan, Delon & Dalcan, Hardrive, The Selecter, Shoche, The Sound, The Toasters, Second Layer, ABC, Ice-T, Kurtis Blow, Ornette Coleman, Con Funk Shun, Leonard Cohen, Nico, Aaron Thompson, X-101, Tomorrow, Curtis Mayfield, Drexciya, The Fuzztones, Monolake, Howard Jones, Gian Franco Pienzio, Lindisfarne, Nils Olav, Main Source, Sex Pistols, Moss Icon, Darondo, Desert Stars, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Zeros, Pantytec, Derrick Morgan, The Wake, Liaisons Dangereuses, Porter Ricks, Dawn Penn, Eden Ahbez, The Misunderstood, Brass Construction, The Star Department, Ronnie Foster, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Divine Comedy, Bad Manners, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Robert Wyatt, Deadbeat, Lou Reed, FM Einheit, Bronski Beat, Stereo Dub, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.

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)