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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.

All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Reuben Wilson, E-Dancer, Marcia Griffiths, Sonny Sharrock, DeepChord presents Echospace, Electric Prunes, Khruangbin, Andrew Hill, Matthew Bourne, Yusef Lateef, Junior Murvin, The Residents, Fifty Foot Hose, MDC, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Sun Ra, David McCallum, Blancmange, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Groovy Waters, Brick, The Happenings, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Spandau Ballet, New York Dolls, X-102, The Knickerbockers, The Selecter, The Blackbyrds, Vladislav Delay, Fela Kuti, Flipper, Mission of Burma, Zapp, Hasil Adkins, Talk Talk, Derrick Morgan, The Standells, Procol Harum, The Martian, The Busters, Sun City Girls, Magazine, The Pop Group, Bang On A Can, The Slackers, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), the Fania All-Stars, Skaos, Massinfluence, Pagans, The Stooges, Second Layer, Monolake, Roy Ayers, The Leaves, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.

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)