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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.

All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Joensuu 1685, Country Joe & The Fish, Stiv Bators, Con Funk Shun, Rhythim Is Rhythim, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Names, Barrington Levy, Mission of Burma, Yellowson, The Cure, The Slits, Ash Ra Tempel, The Neon Judgement, Rakim, Scion, The Angels of Light, Severed Heads, Intrusion, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Danielle Patucci, John Foxx, Brand Nubian, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Colin Newman, The Sisters of Mercy, The Fire Engines, The Litter, The Slackers, Minnie Riperton, Sällskapet, A Certain Ratio, Don Cherry, Infiniti, Lalann, Laurel Aitken, David Bowie, Neu!, The Young Rascals, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Organ, Hardrive, Grey Daturas, The Stooges, Amazonics, Radio Birdman, Marcia Griffiths, cv313, The Durutti Column, Jeff Mills, The Doobie Brothers, Dual Sessions, Bizarre Inc., Technova, Fort Wilson Riot, FM Einheit, Roy Ayers, Davy DMX, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, June of 44, Prince Buster, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)