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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.

All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Echospace, The Happenings, Oppenheimer Analysis, Slave, DeepChord presents Echospace, Pagans, Wire, Iggy Pop, The Blackbyrds, Roger Hodgson, A Certain Ratio, Funky Four + One, CMW, Sugar Minott, Moby Grape, The Beau Brummels, Aswad, Niagra, Drexciya, Rotary Connection, Gang Gang Dance, Sunsets and Hearts, Johnny Osbourne, Josef K, Sarah Menescal, John Cale, The Searchers, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Das Ding, Eric Copeland, The Gun Club, Henry Cow, Lightning Bolt, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Grauzone, Godley & Creme, Cymande, Amazonics, Tom Boy, World's Most, Bobbi Humphrey, Fatback Band, Patti Smith, Donny Hathaway, kango's stein massive, Ohio Players, Jerry's Kids, Sun City Girls, Swans, Visage, Sexual Harrassment, Byron Stingily, Ajijia Myrayebe, Procol Harum, David McCallum, Flipper, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Liaisons Dangereuses, Panda Bear, Oblivians, Aural Exciters, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.

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)