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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.

All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joensuu 1685, Underground Resistance, Ultramagnetic MC's, One Last Wish, Icehouse, The Monks, Junior Murvin, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Byron Stingily, Mad Mike, Don Cherry, The Skatalites, Rod Modell, Shoche, Skaos, The Searchers, Smog, Rapeman, Robert Wyatt, Blossom Toes, Crooked Eye, Public Image Ltd., Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Brass Construction, ABC, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Essential Logic, Tim Buckley, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, kango's stein massive, Lalo Schifrin, Cheater Slicks, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Pussy Galore, Dennis Brown, Ronan, Goldenarms, Panda Bear, John Foxx, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Glambeats Corp., Grey Daturas, Black Flag, Eurythmics, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Sun Ra, Lakeside, Scion, Kerri Chandler, Cal Tjader, Los Fastidios, Silicon Teens, Surgeon, Rekid, Brick, The Remains, Intrusion, Thompson Twins, The Saints, Banda Bassotti, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.

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)