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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.

All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kevin Saunderson, Sarah Menescal, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Chrome, The Busters, Ultimate Spinach, The Gun Club, Cluster, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Ituana, Negative Approach, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Jesper Dahlbäck, Faust, Dark Day, A Flock of Seagulls, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Fortunes, Sound Behaviour, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Godley & Creme, Glenn Branca, Deepchord, Gil Scott Heron, T.S.O.L., Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Zero Boys, Arcadia, Letta Mbulu, Los Fastidios, Derrick Morgan, Organ, Minny Pops, June Days, the Germs, Lou Reed & John Cale, Bad Manners, Hasil Adkins, The Barracudas, Gabor Szabo, Anthony Braxton, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Silicon Teens, Animal Collective, Tim Buckley, Quantec, Brand Nubian, Country Teasers, Alice Coltrane, Echospace, Matthew Bourne, Ossler, Deakin, 8 Eyed Spy, Skarface, John Lydon, These Immortal Souls, Ludus, Alison Limerick, kango's stein massive, Dave Gahan, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.

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)