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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.

All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marcia Griffiths, Gang Green, Brand Nubian, Organ, The Birthday Party, Royal Trux, Toni Rubio, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Ronnie Foster, R.M.O., Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Guru Guru, The Human League, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Ash Ra Tempel, Black Sheep, Joensuu 1685, Tommy Roe, Trumans Water, Bronski Beat, Quantec, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Deakin, the Soft Cell, Stereo Dub, Main Source, Echospace, The Happenings, Grauzone, Stockholm Monsters, Reuben Wilson, Kool Moe Dee, Bobby Byrd, The Pretty Things, Throbbing Gristle, The Leaves, John Coltrane, Sexual Harrassment, Archie Shepp, The Sound, Graham Central Station, X-101, Ronan, Subhumans, the Germs, the Sonics, Fear, Hashim, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Massinfluence, Bluetip, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Crispy Ambulance, Brick, Scientists, DJ Style, Eyeless In Gaza, Dave Gahan, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Thompson Twins, Rites of Spring, Interpol, Q and Not U, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.

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)