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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.

All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Maleditus Sound, kango's stein massive, Blake Baxter, Jeff Lynne, Pere Ubu, Soft Machine, The Fugs, Davy DMX, Tommy Roe, Second Layer, Boredoms, One Last Wish, the Bar-Kays, Donald Byrd, Saccharine Trust, Stetsasonic, L. Decosne, James White and The Blacks, London Community Gospel Choir, Derrick Morgan, Junior Murvin, Electric Light Orchestra, Roy Ayers, Skarface, Section 25, The Last Poets, Soul Sonic Force, Vladislav Delay, World's Most, Y Pants, Scan 7, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Funky Four + One, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Sight & Sound, Circle Jerks, The Kinks, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Easy Going, Agent Orange, Animal Collective, Can, Barry Ungar, The J.B.'s, Lebanon Hanover, Bobby Byrd, Radiohead, Piero Umiliani, the Association, Joe Finger, Barclay James Harvest, Sexual Harrassment, The Divine Comedy, The Victims, The Mummies, Boz Scaggs, Fifty Foot Hose, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.

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)