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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.

All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marvin Gaye, The Busters, The Toasters, Wings, Spoonie Gee, Ralphi Rosario, U.S. Maple, The Stooges, MC5, Arcadia, Animal Collective, Con Funk Shun, Louis and Bebe Barron, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Stereo Dub, Leonard Cohen, Television Personalities, Eric B and Rakim, Gregory Isaacs, Nas, Cameo, Whodini, The Misunderstood, Stiv Bators, These Immortal Souls, Panda Bear, Liaisons Dangereuses, Anakelly, Lucky Dragons, Spandau Ballet, Aaron Thompson, Bobby Hutcherson, The Golliwogs, Saccharine Trust, Main Source, FM Einheit, The Grass Roots, Black Pus, Rekid, Unrelated Segments, Rotary Connection, the Soft Cell, Ice-T, The Beau Brummels, JFA, Beasts of Bourbon, The Fire Engines, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Rapeman, Rod Modell, Hoover, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Kurtis Blow, Pet Shop Boys, The Residents, Flipper, Q and Not U, Crispy Ambulance, Donald Byrd, Mo-Dettes, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.

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)