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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.

All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pantaleimon, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Lindisfarne, The Smiths, Reagan Youth, Camouflage, Ash Ra Tempel, Soul Sonic Force, Lungfish, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Vainqueur, MC5, Main Source, Kango’s Stein Massive, Public Image Ltd., David McCallum, Infiniti, DeepChord presents Echospace, Cal Tjader, the Sonics, Amon Düül, U.S. Maple, the Swans, Minny Pops, These Immortal Souls, It's A Beautiful Day, The Gories, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Knickerbockers, Soul II Soul, The Cowsills, Heaven 17, Suburban Knight, Ponytail, Brand Nubian, The Toasters, The Stooges, Alphaville, A Flock of Seagulls, Talk Talk, Louis and Bebe Barron, Rhythm & Sound, The Selecter, Flash Fearless, The Star Department, The Gun Club, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Schoolly D, Gichy Dan, Rotary Connection, Moby Grape, Barclay James Harvest, Ten City, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The J.B.'s, The Buckinghams, Underground Resistance, Fort Wilson Riot, Kool Moe Dee, Average White Band, Moebius, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.

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)