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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.

All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rotary Connection, Eden Ahbez, Jeff Mills, Darondo, The Divine Comedy, Yazoo, The Black Dice, Eyeless In Gaza, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Chrome, The United States of America, Subhumans, Bush Tetras, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Grauzone, Jeru the Damaja, Ituana, X-Ray Spex, Au Pairs, Deepchord, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Offenders, Jesper Dahlbäck, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Tres Demented, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Arab on Radar, OOIOO, The Doobie Brothers, Al Stewart, Unwound, Dual Sessions, the Sonics, Guru Guru, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Motorama, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Gerry Rafferty, F. McDonald, Camouflage, The Mighty Diamonds, Soft Cell, Skriet, Heavy D & The Boyz, Roxette, The Standells, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Ultramagnetic MC's, Gabor Szabo, Nirvana, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Ultimate Spinach, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Fifty Foot Hose, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Brass Construction, The Residents, Marcia Griffiths, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.

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)