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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.

All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Crooked Eye, Rhythim Is Rhythim, ABC, The Smiths, MC5, Schoolly D, Gian Franco Pienzio, Johnny Clarke, Joyce Sims, Mars, Lebanon Hanover, Lakeside, Nick Fraelich, Negative Approach, Amazonics, Sex Pistols, CMW, Bobby Byrd, Saccharine Trust, The Doors, Second Layer, Mary Jane Girls, Bush Tetras, Drexciya, Yusef Lateef, Severed Heads, Soul Sonic Force, The Searchers, The Alarm Clocks, Young Marble Giants, The Detroit Cobras, Crash Course in Science, Letta Mbulu, the Bar-Kays, Model 500, The Beau Brummels, Eli Mardock, John Foxx, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Ten City, Minnie Riperton, Swans, Sarah Menescal, Pagans, DJ Sneak, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Terrestrial Tones, Easy Going, Donald Byrd, DNA, Sonic Youth, Stereo Dub, Peter & Gordon, Rites of Spring, David Axelrod, Circle Jerks, Fugazi, Alice Coltrane, Country Joe & The Fish, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Cal Tjader, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)