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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.

All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Doors, Steve Hackett, The Shadows of Knight, Agitation Free, The Electric Prunes, Excepter, Groovy Waters, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Talk Talk, 48th St. Collective, The Smoke, T.S.O.L., Nirvana, Kool Moe Dee, Barrington Levy, Minutemen, The Real Kids, Parry Music, Alice Coltrane, Arthur Verocai, Theoretical Girls, Louis and Bebe Barron, Iggy Pop, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Todd Terry, John Holt, David Axelrod, Electric Light Orchestra, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Leonard Cohen, The Fire Engines, Delta 5, Althea and Donna, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Joe Smooth, Todd Rundgren, Babytalk, Buzzcocks, The Moleskins, Jesper Dahlbäck, Alphaville, Big Daddy Kane, OOIOO, Pet Shop Boys, Bobby Byrd, The New Christs, The Associates, Anthony Braxton, KRS-One, The Mighty Diamonds, Dawn Penn, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Radio Birdman, Stereo Dub, Jandek, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Kas Product, Joy Division, Clear Light, Kenny Larkin, Half Japanese, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.

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)