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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.

All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sparks, Crash Course in Science, Supertramp, Donny Hathaway, Bobby Womack, the Swans, Monks, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Lebanon Hanover, Von Mondo, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Rosa Yemen, Harry Pussy, Marshall Jefferson, KRS-One, Avey Tare, Jacob Miller, Rites of Spring, Scion, Joe Smooth, Tommy Roe, Funky Four + One, Drexciya, Lou Reed & Metallica, Moby Grape, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Panda Bear, The Zeros, Y Pants, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Skarface, Kurtis Blow, Ronan, Khruangbin, Soft Cell, Toni Rubio, The Smiths, Echo & the Bunnymen, Isaac Hayes, Chris Corsano, Vladislav Delay, Agent Orange, MDC, Lower 48, Sexual Harrassment, The Knickerbockers, Hashim, Aaron Thompson, Quantec, The Dave Clark Five, The Wake, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Henry Cow, It's A Beautiful Day, Schoolly D, Deepchord, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Roxy Music, The Tremeloes, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.

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)