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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.

All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sarah Menescal, Terrestrial Tones, Gastr Del Sol, AZ, Liliput, Pole, Colin Newman, Dawn Penn, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Public Enemy, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Stooges, Sight & Sound, Fluxion, The Knickerbockers, The Index, The Beau Brummels, Supertramp, Saccharine Trust, Janne Schatter, Girls At Our Best!, Eric Copeland, Pussy Galore, The Count Five, Marvin Gaye, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Zero Boys, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Scion, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Dave Clark Five, Bobby Womack, Roy Ayers, Section 25, Symarip, Mary Jane Girls, The Smiths, The Alarm Clocks, The Busters, Hardrive, Michelle Simonal, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Can, Johnny Osbourne, Thee Headcoats, Severed Heads, MC5, Guru Guru, Throbbing Gristle, Kings Of Tomorrow, Theoretical Girls, Kayak, Jerry Gold Smith, Cybotron, Brick, the Swans, the Association, Aural Exciters, Unrelated Segments, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Trojans, Tubeway Army, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.

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)