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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

New Order, Television Personalities, Visage, The Wake, Frankie Knuckles, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Malaria!, Donny Hathaway, Soul Sonic Force, Make Up, Aaron Thompson, ABBA, DJ Sneak, Gichy Dan, Nik Kershaw, The Moody Blues, The Gories, Colin Newman, New Age Steppers, Rakim, Grey Daturas, Maleditus Sound, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Royal Trux, Barry Ungar, Gregory Isaacs, Ken Boothe, Hardrive, Audionom, Skarface, Sam Rivers, Charles Mingus, Sugar Minott, The Kinks, Crime, Motorama, Mission of Burma, The Cowsills, Con Funk Shun, Joyce Sims, Prince Buster, Das Ding, JFA, Sun City Girls, Symarip, kango's stein massive, Janne Schatter, The Sound, Jesper Dahlbäck, Ornette Coleman, London Community Gospel Choir, Lee Hazlewood, Godley & Creme, Scan 7, Gerry Rafferty, Bob Dylan, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lalann, Y Pants, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.

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)