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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.

All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Nick Fraelich, The Star Department, Oneida, Jawbox, Sonny Sharrock, Jacques Brel, The Knickerbockers, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Sarah Menescal, Jerry Gold Smith, The Five Americans, Buzzcocks, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Moss Icon, Marcia Griffiths, Kool Moe Dee, Gichy Dan, Yaz, The Litter, Cluster, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, 10cc, Lungfish, London Community Gospel Choir, Sparks, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Freddie Wadling, Newcleus, Symarip, The Motions, Scion, Nation of Ulysses, Black Bananas, The Mighty Diamonds, cv313, Toni Rubio, PIL, Radio Birdman, Heavy D & The Boyz, Sun Ra, The Cowsills, Shuggie Otis, Joe Smooth, The Gladiators, Electric Light Orchestra, Todd Terry, The Black Dice, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ralphi Rosario, The Dirtbombs, Max Romeo, Throbbing Gristle, Y Pants, Rhythim Is Rhythim, John Cale, Alton Ellis, The Smoke, Jerry's Kids, Hashim, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)