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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.

All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Frankie Knuckles, Darondo, Ultravox, Monolake, DJ Sneak, The New Christs, The Angels of Light, Fluxion, Gong, Gang of Four, Half Japanese, K-Klass, Juan Atkins, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Names, Depeche Mode, Davy DMX, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Flipper, The Gun Club, The Velvet Underground, Fatback Band, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Fall, Kings Of Tomorrow, Scientists, New Order, DJ Style, Fad Gadget, Yaz, Intrusion, Crooked Eye, Youth Brigade, The Detroit Cobras, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Monochrome Set, Agitation Free, Althea and Donna, Jeff Mills, The Evens, Josef K, Ludus, The Fuzztones, The Zeros, Nation of Ulysses, Louis and Bebe Barron, A Flock of Seagulls, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Alton Ellis, Kango’s Stein Massive, Gabor Szabo, Camouflage, kango's stein massive, The Offenders, The Human League, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Animal Collective, Excepter, Sarah Menescal, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.

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)