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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.

All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Smiths, Rotary Connection, The Black Dice, Dual Sessions, Audionom, Eli Mardock, Sunsets and Hearts, Peter and Kerry, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Minnie Riperton, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Skaos, The Neon Judgement, Derrick Morgan, Tom Boy, The Blackbyrds, Reagan Youth, Glenn Branca, Pulsallama, Kaleidoscope, Ohio Players, Zapp, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, the Soft Cell, Ken Boothe, Scrapy, Fad Gadget, Intrusion, Mars, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Scott Walker, The Count Five, Davy DMX, Grandmaster Flash, The Move, Brothers Johnson, Newcleus, Ponytail, Crispy Ambulance, Jesper Dahlbäck, Model 500, 10cc, One Last Wish, Maurizio, Max Romeo, Nirvana, John Lydon, Japan, Stockholm Monsters, June Days, Masters at Work, Rod Modell, Scan 7, Joe Finger, David Bowie, Reuben Wilson, Moss Icon, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Beau Brummels, Robert Wyatt, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.

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)