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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.

All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Heavy D & The Boyz, The American Breed, Steve Hackett, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Radiohead, Rotary Connection, Shuggie Otis, Negative Approach, Guru Guru, Motorama, The Victims, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Can, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Graham Central Station, Metal Thangz, Supertramp, Nation of Ulysses, Buzzcocks, Althea and Donna, The Moleskins, The Mojo Men, Ludus, Scott Walker, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Loose Ends, China Crisis, The Evens, X-101, Kayak, The Smiths, Grey Daturas, Quadrant, Alison Limerick, Cecil Taylor, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Jesper Dahlback, Goldenarms, Fluxion, Procol Harum, Arab on Radar, Crime, Avey Tare, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Smoke, The Dead C, The Pop Group, Adolescents, Quantec, The Doobie Brothers, The Blues Magoos, Arcadia, Crooked Eye, Nirvana, Swans, Trumans Water, Todd Rundgren, Make Up, Hasil Adkins, Zero Boys, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.

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)