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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.

All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang Gang Dance, Peter & Gordon, Zapp, Lalo Schifrin, Bobby Sherman, Faraquet, The Knickerbockers, Section 25, Moby Grape, Throbbing Gristle, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), David McCallum, Agitation Free, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bobby Hutcherson, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Loose Ends, A Flock of Seagulls, The Doors, Traffic Nightmare, The Fugs, Ronnie Foster, Danielle Patucci, Trumans Water, Leonard Cohen, Junior Murvin, Curtis Mayfield, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Fad Gadget, Funky Four + One, PIL, Q and Not U, June of 44, Masters at Work, R.M.O., Big Daddy Kane, Sun City Girls, Average White Band, Clear Light, Hashim, Peter and Kerry, Neil Young, Pharoah Sanders, The Skatalites, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Joe Smooth, Pet Shop Boys, Andrew Hill, The Fire Engines, the Sonics, Supertramp, Lou Christie, Visage, Eric Copeland, Aural Exciters, Connie Case, Lee Hazlewood, The Angels of Light, Marmalade, Chris Corsano, Intrusion, Dark Day, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.

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)