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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.

All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

MC5, Pet Shop Boys, Dennis Brown, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Mr. Review, Isaac Hayes, Smog, Rapeman, the Normal, Junior Murvin, Boredoms, Symarip, Maurizio, Charles Mingus, The Fire Engines, Tears for Fears, FM Einheit, David Axelrod, The Mojo Men, DeepChord presents Echospace, Stetsasonic, Scion, Cal Tjader, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, MDC, Pulsallama, Chrome, Minor Threat, Ultimate Spinach, Nas, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nik Kershaw, D'Angelo, the Fania All-Stars, Ten City, Vainqueur, Bang On A Can, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Associates, Sun Ra, Fifty Foot Hose, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Warren Ellis, H. Thieme, The Doors, Masters at Work, The Searchers, Sparks, Cluster, Los Fastidios, T.S.O.L., John Cale, Lou Reed & Metallica, Make Up, The Buckinghams, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Black Moon, Skriet, Babytalk, Gang of Four, The Busters, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.

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)