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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.

All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lonnie Liston Smith, Boogie Down Productions, Prince Buster, Carl Craig, Model 500, Jandek, Alton Ellis, Thompson Twins, Connie Case, 48th St. Collective, Sam Rivers, Crispian St. Peters, Wings, The Techniques, Anthony Braxton, This Heat, Jacob Miller, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Eric Dolphy, Sixth Finger, L. Decosne, Black Bananas, Kas Product, Skriet, Kaleidoscope, the Human League, Urselle, Dual Sessions, David Axelrod, The Red Krayola, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Star Department, Stereo Dub, Popol Vuh, Cymande, Gong, Byron Stingily, The Cowsills, Sunsets and Hearts, The Vogues, K-Klass, Marc Almond, Talk Talk, Sun Ra Arkestra, Ken Boothe, Sex Pistols, The Golliwogs, Sound Behaviour, Agent Orange, Intrusion, Ash Ra Tempel, Au Pairs, Erykah Badu, Tim Buckley, 8 Eyed Spy, Mad Mike, Swell Maps, Johnny Clarke, Section 25, Fifty Foot Hose, The Divine Comedy, Ossler, Be Bop Deluxe, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.

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)