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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.

All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sun City Girls, D'Angelo, PIL, Mantronix, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Half Japanese, Average White Band, Animal Collective, Technova, Delon & Dalcan, Kas Product, Mary Jane Girls, Joey Negro, Shuggie Otis, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Scientists, One Last Wish, Marine Girls, Lalann, Y Pants, Altered Images, Deepchord, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Lou Reed & John Cale, T. Rex, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Schoolly D, Kerrie Biddell, Crooked Eye, Eurythmics, Peter and Kerry, Funkadelic, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Toni Rubio, MC5, Fad Gadget, Graham Central Station, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Cymande, E-Dancer, Rosa Yemen, Anthony Braxton, Mo-Dettes, Skarface, The Electric Prunes, Bizarre Inc., Gregory Isaacs, 48th St. Collective, Barrington Levy, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lou Christie, Faust, Liliput, Erykah Badu, F. McDonald, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Ten City, Carl Craig, Bang On A Can, Bobbi Humphrey, Shoche, The Sonics, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.

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)