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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.

All Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, H. Thieme, Ultra Naté, Lyres, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Ajijia Myrayebe, Electric Light Orchestra, Danielle Patucci, Gichy Dan, Crispy Ambulance, Eurythmics, Glambeats Corp., New Order, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, MC5, The Count Five, Agitation Free, The Neon Judgement, Sarah Menescal, Patti Smith, Soulsonic Force, Ludus, Qualms, The Blues Magoos, Juan Atkins, David Bowie, Jimmy McGriff, Lou Reed, EPMD, 48th St. Collective, The Gories, This Heat, Tears for Fears, Isaac Hayes, Michelle Simonal, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Donny Hathaway, Ornette Coleman, Jacques Brel, Vainqueur, Brothers Johnson, The Sound, Andrew Hill, Eric Copeland, Oppenheimer Analysis, Toni Rubio, Robert Görl, Oblivians, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Zeros, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Marc Almond, Skarface, Mantronix, U.S. Maple, Lou Reed & Metallica, Jesper Dahlback, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Fifty Foot Hose, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.

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)