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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.

All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Wally Richardson, Brick, Peter & Gordon, Stockholm Monsters, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Erasure, The Dead C, Michelle Simonal, Joe Finger, Joensuu 1685, Laurel Aitken, Warsaw, Quadrant, Technova, Electric Light Orchestra, Fort Wilson Riot, Leonard Cohen, Janne Schatter, Sun Ra, June of 44, Patti Smith, Tubeway Army, The Moody Blues, The Divine Comedy, Zero Boys, Gang Gang Dance, Soulsonic Force, The Moleskins, Bootsy Collins, Jeff Mills, Camberwell Now, Drexciya, Eric B and Rakim, Skriet, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Marine Girls, Morten Harket, The Skatalites, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Rites of Spring, The Techniques, Supertramp, Young Marble Giants, E-Dancer, Soul Sonic Force, X-101, Spoonie Gee, Robert Wyatt, Cabaret Voltaire, Index, Essential Logic, Barclay James Harvest, Stereo Dub, Jerry's Kids, Fela Kuti, One Last Wish, Carl Craig, Lebanon Hanover, Ludus, Jeru the Damaja, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Von Mondo, R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..

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)