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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.

All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pharoah Sanders, Mo-Dettes, Thee Headcoats, U.S. Maple, The Index, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Oblivians, Basic Channel, The Saints, Au Pairs, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Outsiders, Aaron Thompson, Brass Construction, Gastr Del Sol, The Evens, Colin Newman, X-102, F. McDonald, The Royal Family And The Poor, EPMD, Mission of Burma, Pussy Galore, Peter & Gordon, Deadbeat, Hasil Adkins, Masters at Work, Arcadia, The United States of America, Adolescents, Mandrill, The Beau Brummels, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Tubeway Army, The Gories, The Tremeloes, Eric B and Rakim, Derrick Morgan, Liaisons Dangereuses, Michelle Simonal, Jacob Miller, Rod Modell, Vainqueur, John Foxx, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Velvet Underground, DeepChord presents Echospace, Symarip, Joensuu 1685, Rekid, Flash Fearless, Nirvana, Sound Behaviour, Aswad, The Trojans, Louis and Bebe Barron, Selector Dub Narcotic, 10cc, Todd Rundgren, Half Japanese, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)