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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.

All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Fifty Foot Hose, The Five Americans, The Doobie Brothers, Jerry Gold Smith, Oblivians, Juan Atkins, Aswad, cv313, Skarface, Andrew Hill, Unrelated Segments, Moby Grape, MC5, Lungfish, Absolute Body Control, The Sonics, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Wasted Youth, Freddie Wadling, Y Pants, Dave Gahan, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Move, Youth Brigade, Matthew Halsall, The Invisible, Roxette, Erykah Badu, Bang On A Can, Gerry Rafferty, Zapp, Young Marble Giants, Marc Almond, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Cheater Slicks, Camouflage, Khruangbin, Blancmange, Cameo, Grandmaster Flash, Depeche Mode, Brand Nubian, Harpers Bizarre, Chrome, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Los Fastidios, Larry & the Blue Notes, Bronski Beat, Mary Jane Girls, Grey Daturas, Tim Buckley, Al Stewart, Soul II Soul, The Detroit Cobras, Nas, Q and Not U, Gabor Szabo, Kaleidoscope, Whodini, The Last Poets, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.

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)