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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Drexciya, Moebius, Danielle Patucci, X-102, Gil Scott Heron, Janne Schatter, Section 25, Radiopuhelimet, Lee Hazlewood, Maurizio, Royal Trux, Derrick May, The Electric Prunes, Gerry Rafferty, Echospace, Y Pants, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jawbox, Junior Murvin, Aloha Tigers, H. Thieme, Amon Düül, Judy Mowatt, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Alison Limerick, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Flamin' Groovies, John Cale, The New Christs, Ituana, The Black Dice, Larry & the Blue Notes, Thompson Twins, Magma, Bobby Hutcherson, Youth Brigade, Mad Mike, The Slackers, Dorothy Ashby, Quando Quango, Yellowson, Flipper, The Skatalites, Peter & Gordon, The Star Department, Lakeside, The Walker Brothers, Jeff Mills, The Beau Brummels, Nas, Technova, Outsiders, Heavy D & The Boyz, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Jacob Miller, Ronan, L. Decosne, The Leaves, Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..

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)