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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.

All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Drive Like Jehu, Derrick Morgan, the Sonics, Quando Quango, Kango’s Stein Massive, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Anthony Braxton, Camouflage, The Golliwogs, One Last Wish, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Dead C, The J.B.'s, Liliput, Buzzcocks, Unrelated Segments, Angry Samoans, Mary Jane Girls, Gregory Isaacs, X-Ray Spex, The Young Rascals, DJ Sneak, Duran Duran, Japan, China Crisis, Camberwell Now, cv313, Lonnie Liston Smith, Pere Ubu, Reuben Wilson, Janne Schatter, Spoonie Gee, London Community Gospel Choir, Quadrant, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Underground Resistance, Aloha Tigers, LL Cool J, Roxy Music, World's Most, Bauhaus, Matthew Halsall, Lebanon Hanover, Lee Hazlewood, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, the Fania All-Stars, Donny Hathaway, John Holt, the Germs, Make Up, Eric Copeland, The Doobie Brothers, Faraquet, Black Pus, Neu!, Oblivians, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.

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)