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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.

All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Drexciya, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Kerri Chandler, Marmalade, Young Marble Giants, The Seeds, Grandmaster Flash, Barry Ungar, Jeff Mills, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Sisters of Mercy, Buzzcocks, a-ha, Alton Ellis, Visage, Tommy Roe, Jacques Brel, Simply Red, Swell Maps, Bill Near, Man Eating Sloth, Nas, Cluster, Roxy Music, Delon & Dalcan, Wire, Brass Construction, Erasure, The Gories, Archie Shepp, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Sonny Sharrock, The Cowsills, Groovy Waters, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Mighty Diamonds, Aloha Tigers, The Index, Absolute Body Control, In Retrospect, Andrew Hill, The Last Poets, Eve St. Jones, Judy Mowatt, Fugazi, Jerry Gold Smith, The Modern Lovers, Index, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ten City, Marc Almond, Amon Düül II, The Blackbyrds, Mission of Burma, the Fania All-Stars, Beasts of Bourbon, The Sound, Television, Big Daddy Kane, Swans, Morten Harket, DeepChord presents Echospace, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.

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)