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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.

All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Infiniti, Derrick May, Radiopuhelimet, Massinfluence, Pantaleimon, The American Breed, Quadrant, Suicide, Larry & the Blue Notes, Sun Ra Arkestra, Black Sheep, The Alarm Clocks, Wings, Dennis Brown, The Doobie Brothers, Vainqueur, Kaleidoscope, Erasure, The Slackers, The Mighty Diamonds, Fifty Foot Hose, Gerry Rafferty, Hashim, China Crisis, Average White Band, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, World's Most, The Vogues, Saccharine Trust, Adolescents, Public Image Ltd., Terrestrial Tones, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Moss Icon, Selector Dub Narcotic, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Dead C, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, 10cc, Lebanon Hanover, Kool Moe Dee, Mars, Cal Tjader, Tres Demented, Derrick Morgan, Aloha Tigers, New Order, Main Source, Johnny Clarke, Joensuu 1685, Au Pairs, Lindisfarne, Andrew Hill, In Retrospect, Avey Tare, Harry Pussy, Popol Vuh, Yellowson, Fatback Band, Marine Girls, Angry Samoans, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.

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)