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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.

All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Absolute Body Control, Minnie Riperton, Connie Case, K-Klass, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Bang On A Can, Davy DMX, The Red Krayola, Eric B and Rakim, the Human League, Popol Vuh, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Ice-T, Cal Tjader, Jerry Gold Smith, Moss Icon, DJ Sneak, Ten City, China Crisis, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Jandek, Ken Boothe, Sarah Menescal, Big Daddy Kane, Roy Ayers, Warsaw, Kango’s Stein Massive, Deadbeat, L. Decosne, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Y Pants, OOIOO, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Massinfluence, The Doobie Brothers, Louis and Bebe Barron, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Oneida, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Kas Product, Jeru the Damaja, Deepchord, The Neon Judgement, Jerry's Kids, Ronnie Foster, Mission of Burma, Lee Hazlewood, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Young Marble Giants, The Standells, the Slits, The Pretty Things, Stetsasonic, Amazonics, Public Enemy, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Joy Division, The American Breed, The Count Five, Pulsallama, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.

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)