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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.

All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hot Snakes, Babytalk, Khruangbin, MC5, Faraquet, Half Japanese, The Raincoats, Dual Sessions, Barclay James Harvest, Cabaret Voltaire, Gabor Szabo, Underground Resistance, World's Most, the Normal, Graham Central Station, Grey Daturas, Josef K, Lalo Schifrin, Make Up, Nick Fraelich, Chris Corsano, Reagan Youth, X-101, Fluxion, The Red Krayola, Flipper, Swans, Kings Of Tomorrow, David McCallum, Theoretical Girls, Ken Boothe, The Monks, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Das Ding, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Skaos, Anthony Braxton, the Sonics, Carl Craig, The Leaves, Unrelated Segments, Mad Mike, DJ Sneak, Niagra, Stockholm Monsters, Rhythm & Sound, Essential Logic, Thompson Twins, Main Source, Television Personalities, Malaria!, Tim Buckley, Maleditus Sound, Nas, Gian Franco Pienzio, Von Mondo, The Saints, Sandy B, Fugazi, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.

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)