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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.

All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Offenders, The Stooges, Bizarre Inc., The Modern Lovers, Jeff Mills, Quantec, Funky Four + One, Ludus, Schoolly D, Soft Cell, Archie Shepp, the Soft Cell, Electric Light Orchestra, Erykah Badu, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Marc Almond, Television Personalities, Y Pants, Tres Demented, Niagra, Nick Fraelich, Juan Atkins, Jandek, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Guru Guru, Public Enemy, Maurizio, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Victims, Deadbeat, The American Breed, Lou Reed & Metallica, Youth Brigade, Electric Prunes, Nirvana, The Sound, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Sonics, Matthew Bourne, A Flock of Seagulls, Reuben Wilson, Monks, The Slackers, Fat Boys, the Normal, Sonny Sharrock, Barclay James Harvest, Thompson Twins, JFA, Judy Mowatt, Rosa Yemen, The Evens, Gastr Del Sol, Khruangbin, Agent Orange, Grey Daturas, Clear Light, Ronnie Foster, R.M.O., The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.

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)