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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.

All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Stooges, Depeche Mode, The Golliwogs, Make Up, Zapp, Buzzcocks, The United States of America, Terrestrial Tones, Drexciya, Joyce Sims, Charles Mingus, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, cv313, Scott Walker, Ultramagnetic MC's, Rosa Yemen, Mantronix, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Sun Ra, Talk Talk, The Gap Band, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Tom Boy, Lebanon Hanover, Anthony Braxton, Crash Course in Science, Cluster, Nas, Spandau Ballet, Wasted Youth, Electric Light Orchestra, The Move, Absolute Body Control, Sugar Minott, Goldenarms, Jeff Mills, The Remains, Funky Four + One, Lucky Dragons, The Black Dice, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Loose Ends, Roger Hodgson, Delta 5, Tommy Roe, Animal Collective, Royal Trux, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Blancmange, The Beau Brummels, Skaos, Maurizio, Black Bananas, Deakin, 48th St. Collective, Easy Going, D'Angelo, Kas Product, Dorothy Ashby, Camberwell Now, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.

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)