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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.

All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Chris & Cosey, The Grass Roots, The Offenders, Mad Mike, In Retrospect, June Days, Faust, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, LL Cool J, Gang Green, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Patti Smith, The Stooges, Radiohead, Black Pus, R.M.O., London Community Gospel Choir, Yellowson, The Barracudas, Camberwell Now, Masters at Work, UT, Black Bananas, Wings, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Count Five, Donald Byrd, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, KRS-One, Rod Modell, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, DNA, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Bootsy Collins, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Magma, The Mummies, Bobby Womack, Slick Rick, The Misunderstood, Gong, The Associates, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Soul II Soul, The Men They Couldn't Hang, X-101, The Leaves, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Tres Demented, Sandy B, Pussy Galore, Young Marble Giants, Sound Behaviour, Banda Bassotti, Con Funk Shun, Cheater Slicks, Jeff Mills, Electric Prunes, Echospace, Sonic Youth, The Names, Toni Rubio, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.

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)