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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.

All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Glenn Branca, Archie Shepp, The Electric Prunes, Cheater Slicks, The Modern Lovers, The Cure, Eden Ahbez, Cabaret Voltaire, cv313, Lalann, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Angry Samoans, The Names, The Divine Comedy, Marine Girls, the Soft Cell, Ten City, Buzzcocks, The Beau Brummels, Radiopuhelimet, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Cluster, Blake Baxter, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Toasters, Accadde A, The J.B.'s, Audionom, Danielle Patucci, Steve Hackett, Leonard Cohen, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bill Wells, Scratch Acid, Banda Bassotti, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Dennis Brown, Aloha Tigers, Sexual Harrassment, Bluetip, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Gories, Eve St. Jones, Jimmy McGriff, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, FM Einheit, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The United States of America, The Zeros, Soft Machine, Todd Rundgren, AZ, Nik Kershaw, Marcia Griffiths, 48th St. Collective, Crime, LL Cool J, Dark Day, David Bowie, Tears for Fears, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.

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)