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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.

All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Young Rascals, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Absolute Body Control, Altered Images, Inner City, Magazine, David Bowie, Barbara Tucker, Kayak, Matthew Bourne, Drexciya, Zero Boys, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Camouflage, the Slits, Gregory Isaacs, 48th St. Collective, Pylon, Arcadia, The Misunderstood, Tubeway Army, The Cowsills, Ultravox, Eve St. Jones, Roger Hodgson, the Fania All-Stars, Lucky Dragons, Toni Rubio, Jeru the Damaja, Idris Muhammad, Lalann, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, the Swans, Fear, Whodini, Slave, The Smoke, Wire, The Skatalites, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Michelle Simonal, Althea and Donna, Cybotron, Amon Düül, Neu!, Tropical Tobacco, Mandrill, Bad Manners, Eden Ahbez, Malaria!, Kings Of Tomorrow, Faust, Lungfish, Los Fastidios, Deepchord, Tim Buckley, Schoolly D, Khruangbin, Grandmaster Flash, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.

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)