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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.

All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jacques Brel, The Velvet Underground, James White and The Blacks, Mary Jane Girls, The Invisible, Michelle Simonal, Siglo XX, The Zeros, Second Layer, Grandmaster Flash, The Royal Family And The Poor, Massinfluence, Peter and Kerry, Sly & The Family Stone, Groovy Waters, Jeff Lynne, Aswad, Alison Limerick, The Mojo Men, Ajijia Myrayebe, Davy DMX, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Camberwell Now, Colin Newman, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Crispy Ambulance, Amazonics, Gang Starr, Gregory Isaacs, Section 25, Ralphi Rosario, Dead Boys, Isaac Hayes, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Kayak, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Barry Ungar, Juan Atkins, Grauzone, Iggy Pop, Bob Dylan, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Mandrill, Robert Wyatt, Cabaret Voltaire, Sun Ra, Cal Tjader, Swell Maps, Deepchord, Rotary Connection, Bobby Byrd, Alphaville, the Germs, The Slackers, Lakeside, Eden Ahbez, Jerry's Kids, AZ, 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)