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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.

All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Talk Talk, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Spandau Ballet, Second Layer, the Bar-Kays, Scrapy, Selector Dub Narcotic, Metal Thangz, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Delon & Dalcan, Livin' Joy, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, LL Cool J, James Chance & The Contortions, DJ Sneak, A Flock of Seagulls, The Alarm Clocks, Moby Grape, Kas Product, The Dirtbombs, The Wake, Scratch Acid, The Doobie Brothers, Country Joe & The Fish, The Count Five, Electric Light Orchestra, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Unrelated Segments, Lee Hazlewood, Marcia Griffiths, Swell Maps, Faraquet, Jesper Dahlbäck, Larry & the Blue Notes, Mary Jane Girls, Infiniti, a-ha, Hot Snakes, B.T. Express, Sonny Sharrock, Alphaville, Gang of Four, Jesper Dahlback, Intrusion, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Can, Young Marble Giants, Arthur Verocai, Pantytec, Terry Callier, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Spoonie Gee, Bobby Womack, Thompson Twins, Erasure, Blake Baxter, Chrome, Glambeats Corp., Ituana, Mandrill, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.

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)