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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.

All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Blancmange, Arthur Verocai, The Cosmic Jokers, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Easy Going, Y Pants, Beasts of Bourbon, Ralphi Rosario, Skriet, Bobby Byrd, Grey Daturas, Franke, The Fire Engines, Ultimate Spinach, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Radio Birdman, Gichy Dan, Alton Ellis, Black Sheep, John Foxx, Faust, Hashim, Sarah Menescal, Bauhaus, Heavy D & The Boyz, MC5, Lee Hazlewood, Technova, Harry Pussy, New Age Steppers, The Moleskins, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, DeepChord presents Echospace, Juan Atkins, Crispian St. Peters, Pierre Henry, Cameo, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Lindisfarne, This Heat, Black Pus, Ten City, Letta Mbulu, Flipper, The Chocolate Watch Band, Boogie Down Productions, DJ Style, Oblivians, Essential Logic, The Gories, Fort Wilson Riot, AZ, Audionom, Electric Light Orchestra, The J.B.'s, Eric B and Rakim, Loose Ends, Babytalk, Japan, Nik Kershaw, The Dead C, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.

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)