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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.

All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, Niagra, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Average White Band, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Graham Central Station, The Alarm Clocks, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Eric Dolphy, Flipper, Barclay James Harvest, John Holt, Jacob Miller, Jacques Brel, A Certain Ratio, Theoretical Girls, The Doobie Brothers, Funky Four + One, Echospace, R.M.O., The Shadows of Knight, The Evens, Gang Green, Smog, Kerri Chandler, Sly & The Family Stone, Duran Duran, Jeff Lynne, PIL, Accadde A, Ultra Naté, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Flash Fearless, The Flesh Eaters, Ludus, Louis and Bebe Barron, Rod Modell, Danielle Patucci, Index, The Trojans, Al Stewart, the Normal, The Vogues, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Kinks, Matthew Halsall, Delta 5, Sound Behaviour, The Royal Family And The Poor, Johnny Osbourne, Scott Walker, Eric B and Rakim, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Barry Ungar, Sun City Girls, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Moody Blues, Royal Trux, Country Teasers, The Stooges, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.

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)