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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.

All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marcia Griffiths, Au Pairs, LL Cool J, Chrome, Lou Christie, Sonny Sharrock, Robert Wyatt, The Move, Boz Scaggs, Thee Headcoats, Gastr Del Sol, Eric Dolphy, David Bowie, Skaos, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Lyres, Sonic Youth, The Modern Lovers, Sister Nancy, Niagra, Parry Music, the Slits, Gang Green, Funky Four + One, The Young Rascals, David Axelrod, The Misunderstood, Whodini, Circle Jerks, Anthony Braxton, Rapeman, Los Fastidios, Television Personalities, Erasure, Sarah Menescal, Arab on Radar, Monks, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Sex Pistols, Minutemen, Massinfluence, Chris & Cosey, The Cramps, Sun Ra Arkestra, Big Daddy Kane, Gang Starr, The Slackers, Charles Mingus, Johnny Osbourne, The Angels of Light, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Y Pants, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, KRS-One, Gregory Isaacs, X-102, Main Source, Fort Wilson Riot, The Five Americans, Roger Hodgson, Lou Reed, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)