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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.

All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eric Dolphy, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Fifty Foot Hose, Kayak, Main Source, Reuben Wilson, Popol Vuh, Cabaret Voltaire, Stereo Dub, The Black Dice, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Procol Harum, Camberwell Now, Glambeats Corp., Tomorrow, Bobby Byrd, The Music Machine, The Neon Judgement, Aswad, The Electric Prunes, The Wake, Nirvana, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Toni Rubio, Curtis Mayfield, Boredoms, Bob Dylan, Lower 48, Absolute Body Control, Sly & The Family Stone, June Days, Soul II Soul, Silicon Teens, Liaisons Dangereuses, Dead Boys, Ludus, The Fortunes, Q and Not U, Quando Quango, Livin' Joy, The Monks, Rotary Connection, The Doors, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Flipper, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Au Pairs, Panda Bear, The Seeds, Sun City Girls, Lungfish, The Dirtbombs, James White and The Blacks, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Associates, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.

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)