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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.

All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Half Japanese, Index, Gil Scott Heron, Scratch Acid, The New Christs, The Barracudas, Alphaville, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Marmalade, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sixth Finger, Carl Craig, Big Daddy Kane, Average White Band, Camberwell Now, The Human League, The Shadows of Knight, Harry Pussy, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Brick, Ice-T, Country Joe & The Fish, Whodini, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Jeru the Damaja, Bluetip, New Age Steppers, The Men They Couldn't Hang, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Johnny Osbourne, Todd Terry, Unwound, Kaleidoscope, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Letta Mbulu, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Real Kids, Black Flag, The Leaves, Electric Prunes, Cal Tjader, Simply Red, One Last Wish, U.S. Maple, The Zeros, Pole, The Chocolate Watch Band, David Axelrod, Jacob Miller, Gregory Isaacs, Liliput, MDC, The Residents, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Pet Shop Boys, China Crisis, Dave Gahan, Terrestrial Tones, Mr. Review, The Gun Club, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.

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)