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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.

All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Michelle Simonal, Jandek, Soft Cell, Ohio Players, Sexual Harrassment, Darondo, Hoover, ABC, Harry Pussy, Rotary Connection, The Angels of Light, The Litter, Lonnie Liston Smith, Stetsasonic, Amon Düül II, Mary Jane Girls, Curtis Mayfield, Robert Hood, Fifty Foot Hose, Bobby Womack, Bluetip, Rites of Spring, Fluxion, The Victims, Bush Tetras, EPMD, Con Funk Shun, Drexciya, Lou Reed & Metallica, Sixth Finger, The Doors, Lindisfarne, the Fania All-Stars, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Siglo XX, Kings Of Tomorrow, Stiv Bators, the Human League, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), the Sonics, Peter & Gordon, Man Eating Sloth, David Axelrod, Scratch Acid, Grey Daturas, Cybotron, Sunsets and Hearts, Subhumans, Eden Ahbez, Donald Byrd, Livin' Joy, Public Enemy, Derrick May, Chris & Cosey, Q and Not U, Throbbing Gristle, The Gun Club, Carl Craig, Stereo Dub, Metal Thangz, The Raincoats, Beasts of Bourbon, Judy Mowatt, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.

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)