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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.

All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Stiv Bators, Panda Bear, Gang of Four, Pierre Henry, Quando Quango, Lebanon Hanover, The Electric Prunes, Pole, Be Bop Deluxe, June of 44, Babytalk, Echo & the Bunnymen, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Fort Wilson Riot, Jacques Brel, 48th St. Collective, Sällskapet, Tubeway Army, Main Source, Procol Harum, Ash Ra Tempel, Donny Hathaway, Glambeats Corp., Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Johnny Clarke, Siglo XX, Lou Christie, Gregory Isaacs, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Hot Snakes, Loose Ends, Kerrie Biddell, the Association, Little Man, Flash Fearless, Public Image Ltd., Minny Pops, John Coltrane, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Letta Mbulu, The Human League, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Tom Boy, Groovy Waters, Harpers Bizarre, Dual Sessions, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, John Holt, Brothers Johnson, Malaria!, Symarip, Henry Cow, Cameo, Accadde A, The Music Machine, Youth Brigade, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Freddie Wadling, Wire, Au Pairs, The Young Rascals, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.

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)