Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.

All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Angry Samoans, The Sisters of Mercy, Pulsallama, the Human League, Hot Snakes, The Residents, Q65, Nico, B.T. Express, Lakeside, Infiniti, Ultramagnetic MC's, Eddi Front, Con Funk Shun, The Invisible, Brothers Johnson, Black Sheep, PIL, X-102, Audionom, D'Angelo, Fifty Foot Hose, Brick, The Golliwogs, Basic Channel, DeepChord presents Echospace, London Community Gospel Choir, James Chance & The Contortions, The Leaves, Graham Central Station, Ludus, Kerri Chandler, Letta Mbulu, Kaleidoscope, Half Japanese, Siglo XX, Cheater Slicks, The Grass Roots, Reuben Wilson, Surgeon, Nirvana, One Last Wish, MC5, The Dave Clark Five, Shoche, Lalann, It's A Beautiful Day, Ornette Coleman, Albert Ayler, R.M.O., Lower 48, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Robert Görl, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Heavy D & The Boyz, Royal Trux, Simply Red, Eve St. Jones, June Days, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.

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)