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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.

All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

David Axelrod, Crooked Eye, Y Pants, Bob Dylan, The Grass Roots, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, A Certain Ratio, Gian Franco Pienzio, EPMD, Newcleus, kango's stein massive, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Albert Ayler, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, It's A Beautiful Day, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Severed Heads, The Sonics, Cecil Taylor, Hashim, These Immortal Souls, the Human League, The Trojans, The Neon Judgement, Avey Tare, Jerry's Kids, James Chance & The Contortions, World's Most, DNA, Marvin Gaye, Boogie Down Productions, 48th St. Collective, ABC, The Five Americans, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Mandrill, Aaron Thompson, Delon & Dalcan, Metal Thangz, Ultramagnetic MC's, Tres Demented, Magazine, The Pop Group, Echo & the Bunnymen, Jeru the Damaja, Nation of Ulysses, Kool Moe Dee, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Jesper Dahlbäck, Bad Manners, Liaisons Dangereuses, Make Up, Eden Ahbez, Glambeats Corp., Marine Girls, Todd Rundgren, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Easy Going, Barrington Levy, The Count Five, Prince Buster, Lyres, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.

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)