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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.

All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Fear, Reagan Youth, Graham Central Station, X-101, Cecil Taylor, Masters at Work, Jandek, Pantaleimon, The Move, Johnny Clarke, Idris Muhammad, Archie Shepp, Mary Jane Girls, Ituana, Frankie Knuckles, Eddi Front, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Trumans Water, Suburban Knight, Deepchord, Newcleus, Godley & Creme, Neu!, Lower 48, Groovy Waters, The Grass Roots, Supertramp, Absolute Body Control, Can, Rod Modell, PIL, Curtis Mayfield, Jesper Dahlbäck, Heavy D & The Boyz, Al Stewart, The Flesh Eaters, Faust, Letta Mbulu, Bauhaus, The Skatalites, Aswad, Skarface, Cabaret Voltaire, Rapeman, UT, Robert Wyatt, The United States of America, Rakim, Ossler, Brick, Sun Ra, Bootsy Collins, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Erykah Badu, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Toni Rubio, Nas, Vladislav Delay, Adolescents, Harry Pussy, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.

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)