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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.

All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

MC5, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Eurythmics, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Dark Day, The Dirtbombs, Blossom Toes, Average White Band, Lou Reed & John Cale, Siglo XX, Soul II Soul, the Normal, Camouflage, Zapp, The Count Five, Suicide, Sun Ra, Godley & Creme, Anthony Braxton, Gregory Isaacs, It's A Beautiful Day, Mo-Dettes, Chris Corsano, Surgeon, Cameo, Warsaw, Warren Ellis, The Birthday Party, Sonny Sharrock, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Funkadelic, DeepChord presents Echospace, Urselle, Kings Of Tomorrow, Fifty Foot Hose, X-Ray Spex, Vainqueur, the Sonics, Monks, Scion, Gerry Rafferty, Rapeman, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Scott Walker, Metal Thangz, The Kinks, The Fuzztones, The Tremeloes, Whodini, Sandy B, The Remains, A Flock of Seagulls, Bang On A Can, Jacob Miller, Stockholm Monsters, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Morten Harket, Maleditus Sound, Little Man, Cybotron, Quadrant, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.

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)