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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.

All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Morten Harket, Con Funk Shun, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Marmalade, Audionom, Delta 5, Quadrant, Tom Boy, The Gap Band, Organ, The Angels of Light, Prince Buster, The Dave Clark Five, Gian Franco Pienzio, Aswad, Radiohead, This Heat, Eddi Front, Alison Limerick, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, the Association, The Tremeloes, Marvin Gaye, Procol Harum, kango's stein massive, Man Eating Sloth, Dave Gahan, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Heaven 17, Quando Quango, Sexual Harrassment, Japan, Mr. Review, Funkadelic, June of 44, Subhumans, Crime, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Echo & the Bunnymen, Underground Resistance, Susan Cadogan, Gichy Dan, Minny Pops, The Selecter, Hasil Adkins, Schoolly D, The Monks, The J.B.'s, R.M.O., Ronan, The Litter, The Happenings, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, DeepChord presents Echospace, Heavy D & The Boyz, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Girls At Our Best!, The Raincoats, Boz Scaggs, L. Decosne, The Smiths, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.

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)