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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.

All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joe Smooth, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Vladislav Delay, Maleditus Sound, Johnny Clarke, DJ Style, Clear Light, Eyeless In Gaza, In Retrospect, The Busters, Eurythmics, Marine Girls, The Birthday Party, Soulsonic Force, Albert Ayler, The Velvet Underground, The Electric Prunes, The Mojo Men, Kas Product, Lalann, Los Fastidios, the Soft Cell, Bill Near, Fad Gadget, James Chance & The Contortions, The Last Poets, Anthony Braxton, Todd Terry, The Young Rascals, The Mighty Diamonds, Mad Mike, Slick Rick, DeepChord presents Echospace, Minny Pops, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Skatalites, Oblivians, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), New York Dolls, Boredoms, Fear, Junior Murvin, Qualms, Alton Ellis, The Shadows of Knight, LL Cool J, Duran Duran, Saccharine Trust, Audionom, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Ash Ra Tempel, Eve St. Jones, FM Einheit, Sugar Minott, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Piero Umiliani, Quadrant, Wasted Youth, Nils Olav, Ludus, Camberwell Now, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.

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)