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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.

All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Angels of Light, Fad Gadget, Derrick May, Fugazi, the Human League, Warren Ellis, Delon & Dalcan, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Slits, The Moleskins, The Black Dice, Prince Buster, Motorama, Livin' Joy, Mantronix, The Cure, 10cc, Zapp, Electric Light Orchestra, Skarface, Country Teasers, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Henry Cow, Metal Thangz, A Flock of Seagulls, Fat Boys, Bobby Byrd, Pylon, Bobby Hutcherson, The Victims, Big Daddy Kane, Thompson Twins, Amon Düül, Quando Quango, Clear Light, New York Dolls, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Monks, The Misunderstood, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Eddi Front, Section 25, T.S.O.L., Silicon Teens, Porter Ricks, Thee Headcoats, The Associates, Darondo, MDC, Andrew Hill, Eden Ahbez, Faraquet, DeepChord presents Echospace, Second Layer, Eli Mardock, The Dave Clark Five, Barry Ungar, The Searchers, Guru Guru, Magma, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.

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)