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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.

All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Colin Newman, 10cc, The Fuzztones, The Skatalites, Juan Atkins, MC5, The Chocolate Watch Band, Sam Rivers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Japan, Dark Day, Eric Dolphy, The Monochrome Set, Leonard Cohen, The Index, The Real Kids, Judy Mowatt, Youth Brigade, Tom Boy, Amon Düül, Barbara Tucker, Skarface, Gang Starr, the Bar-Kays, The Motions, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Prince Buster, Lou Christie, The Velvet Underground, Shuggie Otis, Black Flag, Camberwell Now, Icehouse, June of 44, Sight & Sound, Alice Coltrane, The Smoke, Goldenarms, Beasts of Bourbon, U.S. Maple, Josef K, Archie Shepp, The Fugs, Rites of Spring, The Searchers, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, These Immortal Souls, Fluxion, Motorama, Sound Behaviour, Matthew Halsall, The Modern Lovers, X-101, Pagans, KRS-One, Vainqueur, The United States of America, Lebanon Hanover, The Buckinghams, Brick, The Smiths, Johnny Clarke, The Pop Group, Laurel Aitken, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.

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)