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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.

All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Fania All-Stars, the Human League, kango's stein massive, Ralphi Rosario, Sound Behaviour, Masters at Work, Altered Images, The Velvet Underground, Harmonia, New Order, Mad Mike, Accadde A, Terry Callier, Sun Ra, Marine Girls, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Grass Roots, Unrelated Segments, R.M.O., Bootsy Collins, The Real Kids, U.S. Maple, Lonnie Liston Smith, Louis and Bebe Barron, Howard Jones, Little Man, Y Pants, Deakin, Infiniti, Buzzcocks, Radio Birdman, New York Dolls, Donald Byrd, Royal Trux, Sandy B, Excepter, Jerry Gold Smith, Los Fastidios, Spandau Ballet, Joensuu 1685, Angry Samoans, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, In Retrospect, Michelle Simonal, Radiopuhelimet, The Kinks, Babytalk, Kas Product, Brick, The Royal Family And The Poor, David Axelrod, Agent Orange, Leonard Cohen, Tommy Roe, The Selecter, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Scrapy, Whodini, The Gap Band, Joyce Sims, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.

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)