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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.

All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Minny Pops, World's Most, Hardrive, Duran Duran, Grey Daturas, Sällskapet, John Cale, Whodini, R.M.O., Half Japanese, Black Flag, Banda Bassotti, Skriet, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Robert Hood, Popol Vuh, The Sonics, The Slits, Accadde A, Jimmy McGriff, Absolute Body Control, Lou Christie, The Count Five, Scratch Acid, Intrusion, PIL, The Happenings, Bobby Womack, Audionom, Radiohead, Tom Boy, Ultra Naté, Dark Day, Henry Cow, 10cc, Rapeman, Arcadia, Gabor Szabo, Nas, Man Eating Sloth, Hasil Adkins, Ossler, Quantec, London Community Gospel Choir, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Oneida, Mo-Dettes, The Selecter, David Axelrod, Sixth Finger, T.S.O.L., Ponytail, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Jeff Mills, Au Pairs, Quadrant, The Stooges, Guru Guru, Monolake, Camouflage, Ralphi Rosario, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.

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)