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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.

All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Vladislav Delay, Cabaret Voltaire, a-ha, Bobby Hutcherson, Johnny Clarke, Pylon, E-Dancer, The Young Rascals, Fort Wilson Riot, Kerri Chandler, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, KRS-One, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Marcia Griffiths, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Newcleus, Joey Negro, Roxy Music, Whodini, Main Source, Sun Ra, Q65, John Foxx, L. Decosne, Yaz, The Grass Roots, Talk Talk, MC5, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Godley & Creme, Janne Schatter, Dawn Penn, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Beau Brummels, Sun City Girls, Suicide, EPMD, Leonard Cohen, Donald Byrd, Public Enemy, Severed Heads, Jesper Dahlback, Ornette Coleman, Glenn Branca, New York Dolls, Radio Birdman, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Jandek, Iggy Pop, Gian Franco Pienzio, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Lou Christie, Junior Murvin, Be Bop Deluxe, The Dave Clark Five, Accadde A, Barrington Levy, Chris & Cosey, Byron Stingily, Gang Green, UT, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.

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)