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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.

All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Colin Newman, Sun Ra Arkestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Bill Wells, Lightning Bolt, LL Cool J, It's A Beautiful Day, Hasil Adkins, Ponytail, Sun City Girls, Urselle, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Flipper, Patti Smith, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Pantaleimon, Eric Dolphy, Tom Boy, Stiv Bators, Pagans, The Standells, Sonny Sharrock, Buzzcocks, Wire, Soulsonic Force, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Gastr Del Sol, Jimmy McGriff, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Stetsasonic, The Smiths, Kool Moe Dee, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Main Source, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Half Japanese, Depeche Mode, Charles Mingus, Ken Boothe, The Mighty Diamonds, Chrome, Public Image Ltd., Joy Division, Faust, Trumans Water, Marine Girls, the Swans, Jeff Mills, David McCallum, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Alison Limerick, Tomorrow, Minor Threat, Eve St. Jones, Lyres, John Lydon, Subhumans, Absolute Body Control, The Names, Joensuu 1685, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.

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)