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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.

All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Half Japanese, Young Marble Giants, Bobby Byrd, Kayak, Interpol, Eric B and Rakim, Terry Callier, The Techniques, Traffic Nightmare, Gabor Szabo, Soul II Soul, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Make Up, The Names, Harmonia, Swell Maps, The Trojans, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Q65, Wasted Youth, Monolake, Gang of Four, Johnny Osbourne, Sight & Sound, Scott Walker, The Velvet Underground, Fela Kuti, Tropical Tobacco, Sällskapet, Scientists, Lalo Schifrin, Echo & the Bunnymen, Radiohead, Vainqueur, Kurtis Blow, The Music Machine, Toni Rubio, Magma, The Misunderstood, The Move, 10cc, Absolute Body Control, Ituana, The Saints, Faust, Sparks, Black Moon, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Jesper Dahlback, Curtis Mayfield, Technova, The Neon Judgement, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Glambeats Corp., Symarip, Bizarre Inc., Rod Modell, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.

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)