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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.

All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun Ra, Bizarre Inc., Rotary Connection, Kool Moe Dee, Lightning Bolt, Massinfluence, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Aloha Tigers, The Busters, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Isaac Hayes, the Sonics, Guru Guru, Shoche, Can, Porter Ricks, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Reuben Wilson, The Martian, R.M.O., Theoretical Girls, Whodini, Goldenarms, the Association, The Human League, Funkadelic, Dual Sessions, Soulsonic Force, The Slits, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Max Romeo, Sam Rivers, Boredoms, Sex Pistols, Michelle Simonal, Ultramagnetic MC's, Idris Muhammad, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Dave Clark Five, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Techniques, Mad Mike, Accadde A, Selector Dub Narcotic, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, June of 44, Bobby Hutcherson, Nils Olav, Sexual Harrassment, John Foxx, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Morten Harket, Adolescents, The Names, Schoolly D, Lou Reed & Metallica, Delon & Dalcan, Prince Buster, Ultra Naté, Banda Bassotti, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.

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)