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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.

All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sad Lovers and Giants, Ice-T, Electric Prunes, Jeru the Damaja, CMW, Theoretical Girls, Peter & Gordon, The Stooges, The Residents, B.T. Express, the Slits, Aswad, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Cure, Bobby Sherman, PIL, DNA, The Names, 10cc, Max Romeo, David Bowie, The Five Americans, Nils Olav, Drexciya, Second Layer, Arcadia, Echospace, Unwound, Ralphi Rosario, X-Ray Spex, Livin' Joy, Half Japanese, Slave, Japan, Alton Ellis, Freddie Wadling, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Amon Düül II, Dual Sessions, Popol Vuh, The Monks, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Tim Buckley, Joensuu 1685, The Gories, Be Bop Deluxe, Country Joe & The Fish, Sugar Minott, James Chance & The Contortions, Barrington Levy, Derrick May, Fear, Public Image Ltd., Eli Mardock, Los Fastidios, The Evens, Morten Harket, Newcleus, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Rod Modell, Country Teasers, Index, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.

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)