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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.

All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Zero Boys, Echo & the Bunnymen, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, London Community Gospel Choir, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Ronnie Foster, Camouflage, Cameo, The Fall, Frankie Knuckles, The Chocolate Watch Band, Gerry Rafferty, Ultimate Spinach, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Glenn Branca, Albert Ayler, Be Bop Deluxe, Sister Nancy, Michelle Simonal, Cal Tjader, James Chance & The Contortions, Tropical Tobacco, Patti Smith, The Mojo Men, Lou Christie, Rhythm & Sound, Parry Music, Deakin, Hashim, The Kinks, Bob Dylan, A Flock of Seagulls, cv313, James White and The Blacks, Television, Avey Tare, The Cramps, Shuggie Otis, Scott Walker, Agent Orange, Buzzcocks, Qualms, Blake Baxter, Beasts of Bourbon, Piero Umiliani, Radiopuhelimet, Vainqueur, Girls At Our Best!, X-Ray Spex, Sparks, Ituana, Ken Boothe, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Kool Moe Dee, Rosa Yemen, The Divine Comedy, The Human League, Joyce Sims, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.

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)