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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.

All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kas Product, This Heat, Hashim, Panda Bear, Minor Threat, Echo & the Bunnymen, Sexual Harrassment, Flipper, Alphaville, Lightning Bolt, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Blues Magoos, Rekid, Essential Logic, The Misunderstood, Newcleus, Eden Ahbez, Terrestrial Tones, Half Japanese, U.S. Maple, Whodini, Siglo XX, China Crisis, Khruangbin, The Real Kids, Cecil Taylor, Gastr Del Sol, Altered Images, Tropical Tobacco, Chrome, Delta 5, The Doobie Brothers, Anakelly, Harpers Bizarre, Agitation Free, Slave, Derrick Morgan, Circle Jerks, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Ronnie Foster, Amon Düül II, Neu!, Jerry Gold Smith, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, UT, The Searchers, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Sex Pistols, The Sisters of Mercy, The Fugs, Peter & Gordon, Dark Day, Ultimate Spinach, the Normal, Don Cherry, Drive Like Jehu, Cymande, Lindisfarne, The Vogues, The Happenings, Fela Kuti, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.

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)