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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.

All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nils Olav, MDC, Brand Nubian, The Gap Band, Gang of Four, Louis and Bebe Barron, Peter & Gordon, Rotary Connection, Easy Going, Lightning Bolt, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Jesper Dahlbäck, Letta Mbulu, Silicon Teens, The Music Machine, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Robert Wyatt, Erasure, Al Stewart, Arthur Verocai, Animal Collective, K-Klass, Qualms, the Human League, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Selecter, Eric Dolphy, Urselle, Gian Franco Pienzio, Avey Tare, Lou Reed, Simply Red, X-Ray Spex, Scott Walker, Jeff Lynne, Soft Machine, Warren Ellis, Lee Hazlewood, The Velvet Underground, Stockholm Monsters, Half Japanese, Porter Ricks, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Sällskapet, Janne Schatter, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Tomorrow, The Names, Make Up, The Beau Brummels, Matthew Bourne, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Technova, Mark Hollis, Bobby Hutcherson, The Techniques, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Leonard Cohen, Hardrive, Khruangbin, The Kinks, Heavy D & The Boyz, Clear Light, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.

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)