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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.

All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

Vaughan Mason & Crew, Be Bop Deluxe, John Lydon, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Marshall Jefferson, Wasted Youth, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Larry & the Blue Notes, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Amon Düül, Soulsonic Force, Dennis Brown, Gong, K-Klass, Joyce Sims, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Tim Buckley, the Normal, Ultra Naté, The Sound, Aaron Thompson, Thee Headcoats, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Raincoats, Negative Approach, Patti Smith, Lindisfarne, Marcia Griffiths, The Skatalites, Kerri Chandler, Gregory Isaacs, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Eric Dolphy, James White and The Blacks, Easy Going, Massinfluence, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Sun Ra, The Detroit Cobras, Tubeway Army, Bizarre Inc., Sugar Minott, Johnny Osbourne, Eve St. Jones, Yaz, Los Fastidios, the Association, 48th St. Collective, Kings Of Tomorrow, Althea and Donna, Cybotron, Main Source, Television Personalities, Cheater Slicks, Roxette, Moby Grape, Bad Manners, The Evens, Television, Toni Rubio, Scott Walker, ABBA, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.

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)