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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.

All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Brand Nubian, Deepchord, Kaleidoscope, Maleditus Sound, Au Pairs, Moebius, Absolute Body Control, Godley & Creme, Gichy Dan, Pylon, Crooked Eye, Nils Olav, Alphaville, Intrusion, Lou Reed & John Cale, David Bowie, Kevin Saunderson, The Dirtbombs, Masters at Work, Girls At Our Best!, Danielle Patucci, Marine Girls, Delon & Dalcan, The Techniques, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sun City Girls, Bad Manners, Theoretical Girls, Amazonics, Minny Pops, Sun Ra Arkestra, Bizarre Inc., Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Alice Coltrane, China Crisis, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Radiohead, The Durutti Column, Sunsets and Hearts, The Martian, Kool Moe Dee, Sun Ra, Dennis Brown, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Dead C, Model 500, Eyeless In Gaza, Panda Bear, Matthew Halsall, Robert Hood, New Age Steppers, The Victims, Tomorrow, The Sisters of Mercy, The Five Americans, Sugar Minott, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Aaron Thompson, Popol Vuh, Tres Demented, Radio Birdman, Bobby Sherman, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.

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)