Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.

All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Echospace, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Sugar Minott, Absolute Body Control, Bill Wells, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Michelle Simonal, Essential Logic, Moss Icon, Gastr Del Sol, The Black Dice, Cluster, Avey Tare, The Searchers, cv313, Ken Boothe, Sonny Sharrock, Frankie Knuckles, Gichy Dan, Country Teasers, KRS-One, the Sonics, Suburban Knight, Soul II Soul, Moby Grape, Vladislav Delay, Amon Düül, Fifty Foot Hose, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Groovy Waters, ABC, The Fortunes, Bobby Womack, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gang Starr, Cybotron, Jeru the Damaja, Letta Mbulu, Malaria!, Warsaw, Barclay James Harvest, Charles Mingus, Bauhaus, Black Bananas, Robert Wyatt, Bang On A Can, Jerry Gold Smith, The Grass Roots, H. Thieme, Mad Mike, Sun Ra Arkestra, Kerri Chandler, Fluxion, Stereo Dub, Slick Rick, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, 10cc, Reuben Wilson, Albert Ayler, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Flamin' Groovies, The Toasters, Nas, Chris Corsano, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.

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)