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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.

All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ossler, Joey Negro, Delon & Dalcan, The Move, Scott Walker, Lower 48, Johnny Osbourne, Donald Byrd, Sexual Harrassment, The Royal Family And The Poor, Royal Trux, Chris Corsano, Qualms, Mark Hollis, The Electric Prunes, Sonic Youth, The Fire Engines, the Swans, Agent Orange, Los Fastidios, Arthur Verocai, Whodini, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Hasil Adkins, The Dave Clark Five, Reagan Youth, Fort Wilson Riot, Gian Franco Pienzio, Aloha Tigers, Urselle, Babytalk, Terrestrial Tones, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Glambeats Corp., The Smiths, Roy Ayers, Sam Rivers, Sonny Sharrock, The Five Americans, Rakim, Bad Manners, Arcadia, The Divine Comedy, Patti Smith, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Drive Like Jehu, Pantytec, John Lydon, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Das Ding, Sun Ra Arkestra, Eric B and Rakim, Rosa Yemen, Slave, DeepChord presents Echospace, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Erykah Badu, Ajijia Myrayebe, Q and Not U, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.

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)