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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.

All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Anakelly, Camouflage, Silicon Teens, Cymande, The Techniques, Echo & the Bunnymen, Au Pairs, Michelle Simonal, Althea and Donna, Fifty Foot Hose, Swell Maps, Isaac Hayes, In Retrospect, Moss Icon, Fear, Bobby Hutcherson, Joe Smooth, Soulsonic Force, Vainqueur, The Sonics, Second Layer, The Golliwogs, The Slits, Harmonia, The Dirtbombs, The Cure, Scan 7, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, A Flock of Seagulls, Public Enemy, Nirvana, Faraquet, New Order, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Hashim, K-Klass, Gang Starr, Aural Exciters, Sight & Sound, Eyeless In Gaza, Lou Reed, Donald Byrd, Todd Terry, Amon Düül II, Eric Copeland, Maurizio, Nick Fraelich, John Cale, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Star Department, Parry Music, Danielle Patucci, The Electric Prunes, Mantronix, Avey Tare, Rekid, Fugazi, Eli Mardock, Cal Tjader, The American Breed, Outsiders, Joyce Sims, Nik Kershaw, Sarah Menescal, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.

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)