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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

James Chance & The Contortions, Chrome, The Trojans, Black Flag, Man Eating Sloth, Ken Boothe, Deakin, Kerri Chandler, Quantec, Eli Mardock, Ralphi Rosario, Main Source, Lou Reed & Metallica, Letta Mbulu, Avey Tare, Be Bop Deluxe, The Misunderstood, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Sam Rivers, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Soulsonic Force, Flash Fearless, The Beau Brummels, Flipper, Ash Ra Tempel, Lou Reed & John Cale, June of 44, Spoonie Gee, The Searchers, Outsiders, Godley & Creme, Drive Like Jehu, Tubeway Army, Davy DMX, Swans, Idris Muhammad, Jerry's Kids, Radio Birdman, Cybotron, Marine Girls, Cluster, L. Decosne, Patti Smith, Radiohead, Barrington Levy, Kenny Larkin, Swell Maps, Soft Cell, The Real Kids, Index, Henry Cow, Gang Green, Rites of Spring, Arab on Radar, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Blues Magoos, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, 48th St. Collective, Metal Thangz, Deadbeat, Joyce Sims, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.

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)