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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.

All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bob Dylan, Cabaret Voltaire, Rekid, The Names, Mo-Dettes, FM Einheit, Eric Copeland, Tropical Tobacco, Connie Case, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Radiohead, Essential Logic, Urselle, Eden Ahbez, Gang Green, Blancmange, Bobby Womack, Wings, The Shadows of Knight, Pharoah Sanders, Bauhaus, Unwound, The Doors, Alison Limerick, The Velvet Underground, Johnny Clarke, The Sonics, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, DeepChord presents Echospace, Tres Demented, Delta 5, Roy Ayers, Yusef Lateef, Fluxion, Black Pus, Nik Kershaw, Danielle Patucci, Barry Ungar, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Youth Brigade, Bobby Byrd, Jerry's Kids, Jawbox, Eurythmics, Masters at Work, Strawberry Alarm Clock, London Community Gospel Choir, The Fortunes, Grandmaster Flash, Rakim, Jacob Miller, Hot Snakes, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Moody Blues, The Leaves, Public Image Ltd., UT, Sonny Sharrock, Nico, Bluetip, A Certain Ratio, The Sisters of Mercy, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.

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)