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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Inner City, Roxy Music, Boredoms, David Axelrod, K-Klass, Bill Near, Hardrive, Marine Girls, The Motions, Jesper Dahlbäck, Girls At Our Best!, the Swans, John Holt, The Wake, The Smiths, The Offenders, U.S. Maple, the Germs, Moss Icon, Godley & Creme, The Victims, E-Dancer, Mantronix, Marshall Jefferson, Barclay James Harvest, the Association, Supertramp, Mary Jane Girls, Icehouse, Sound Behaviour, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, 10cc, Ronnie Foster, Porter Ricks, Beasts of Bourbon, The Happenings, Cal Tjader, Man Parrish, Goldenarms, Pharoah Sanders, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Litter, Rufus Thomas, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, New York Dolls, Eric B and Rakim, Blake Baxter, Judy Mowatt, Hasil Adkins, The Grass Roots, Sun Ra Arkestra, Joyce Sims, Depeche Mode, Cameo, Lou Reed & Metallica, Magazine, Aswad, The Mummies, AZ, Excepter, The Dave Clark Five, Vladislav Delay, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.

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)