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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.

All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

FM Einheit, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Deakin, Country Teasers, Ronnie Foster, John Cale, The Skatalites, Tomorrow, Bobby Byrd, Sandy B, Index, Black Bananas, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Camberwell Now, The Raincoats, The Buckinghams, The Five Americans, Adolescents, The Last Poets, Rotary Connection, The Velvet Underground, The Residents, The Slackers, Cecil Taylor, Rhythim Is Rhythim, John Holt, Shuggie Otis, Sly & The Family Stone, The Cramps, Kevin Saunderson, James Chance & The Contortions, Suicide, Schoolly D, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Agitation Free, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Rapeman, Patti Smith, The Moody Blues, Amon Düül II, Electric Light Orchestra, Big Daddy Kane, Kenny Larkin, Don Cherry, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Niagra, The Walker Brothers, Negative Approach, U.S. Maple, Scientists, JFA, DJ Sneak, Intrusion, Eric Copeland, Absolute Body Control, Silicon Teens, Crash Course in Science, Au Pairs, Andrew Hill, Marmalade, Traffic Nightmare, the Human League, Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..

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)