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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.

All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sonny Sharrock, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camberwell Now, Fort Wilson Riot, Lalann, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Anthony Braxton, Cabaret Voltaire, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Inner City, Kaleidoscope, Essential Logic, Larry & the Blue Notes, Crispian St. Peters, Bronski Beat, Bill Near, Goldenarms, Anakelly, Johnny Osbourne, Donny Hathaway, The Gladiators, Kerri Chandler, The Mighty Diamonds, Yusef Lateef, Half Japanese, It's A Beautiful Day, Groovy Waters, Minutemen, Fad Gadget, Mary Jane Girls, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Jandek, Masters at Work, Main Source, Rufus Thomas, Sparks, Harmonia, New York Dolls, Amazonics, A Flock of Seagulls, DJ Sneak, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Franke, Brass Construction, Moss Icon, Quantec, Brothers Johnson, The Shadows of Knight, ABBA, The Smiths, kango's stein massive, World's Most, Average White Band, Boredoms, Eric Copeland, Outsiders, H. Thieme, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.

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)