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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.

All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

LL Cool J, The Dave Clark Five, Dennis Brown, Avey Tare, The Moleskins, The American Breed, Don Cherry, Liaisons Dangereuses, a-ha, Bluetip, Boredoms, These Immortal Souls, Traffic Nightmare, Soft Cell, Ken Boothe, Newcleus, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Associates, DeepChord presents Echospace, Todd Rundgren, Maleditus Sound, The Fugs, Shuggie Otis, Fear, The Gladiators, Yazoo, Rufus Thomas, Half Japanese, Funkadelic, Alphaville, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Pantaleimon, Rekid, The Angels of Light, Donny Hathaway, Symarip, Vainqueur, Nils Olav, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Reuben Wilson, Minnie Riperton, Idris Muhammad, Niagra, Bauhaus, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Mary Jane Girls, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Louis and Bebe Barron, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Remains, Television, Anakelly, It's A Beautiful Day, E-Dancer, Deadbeat, Derrick May, Sonny Sharrock, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Zero Boys, Bootsy's Rubber Band, KRS-One, Rhythm & Sound, The Fall, Maurizio, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)