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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.

All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Mantronix, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Scott Walker, The Fugs, Matthew Bourne, Thompson Twins, John Foxx, Goldenarms, Grauzone, Loose Ends, KRS-One, Sugar Minott, Albert Ayler, Infiniti, Man Eating Sloth, Cabaret Voltaire, The Jesus and Mary Chain, the Slits, Niagra, Country Joe & The Fish, Donny Hathaway, Electric Prunes, The Names, Clear Light, Derrick Morgan, Harry Pussy, Warsaw, Dark Day, Tropical Tobacco, Arcadia, U.S. Maple, Roxette, Fugazi, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Chrome, Sad Lovers and Giants, Lou Reed, E-Dancer, Faust, Mary Jane Girls, John Coltrane, The Grass Roots, The Moody Blues, Banda Bassotti, Todd Rundgren, Lalo Schifrin, Glenn Branca, 48th St. Collective, Khruangbin, The Slits, Wally Richardson, Shoche, Bootsy's Rubber Band, R.M.O., The Smiths, Aaron Thompson, Gang of Four, Rakim, Public Enemy, Pierre Henry, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)