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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.

All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pole, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Ohio Players, Country Joe & The Fish, kango's stein massive, Delon & Dalcan, Matthew Halsall, Schoolly D, Alton Ellis, Derrick May, Cal Tjader, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Curtis Mayfield, The Leaves, Johnny Osbourne, The Young Rascals, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Arcadia, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Model 500, F. McDonald, Second Layer, The Music Machine, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Darondo, Erasure, Aswad, Brothers Johnson, Chris & Cosey, Popol Vuh, Mantronix, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Rufus Thomas, ABBA, Boogie Down Productions, Amon Düül II, The Saints, Crispian St. Peters, Delta 5, Stockholm Monsters, Barbara Tucker, Hot Snakes, Jerry's Kids, Smog, James Chance & The Contortions, Adolescents, U.S. Maple, Infiniti, Can, Ultramagnetic MC's, the Sonics, Fluxion, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Deadbeat, Babytalk, Stetsasonic, Pagans, Con Funk Shun, The Misunderstood, Tears for Fears, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)