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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.

All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Sound, Aaron Thompson, Parry Music, Swell Maps, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Severed Heads, Minutemen, Marshall Jefferson, The Shadows of Knight, Chrome, Kenny Larkin, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Procol Harum, The Stooges, The Star Department, DNA, Sugar Minott, Fela Kuti, Derrick Morgan, Danielle Patucci, Glambeats Corp., Intrusion, Little Man, Fat Boys, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Pagans, Nils Olav, Nik Kershaw, Gabor Szabo, Negative Approach, B.T. Express, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Five Americans, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bauhaus, The Red Krayola, Jacob Miller, Vainqueur, Drive Like Jehu, Fugazi, Cameo, Japan, Saccharine Trust, Soul Sonic Force, Grauzone, Crash Course in Science, The Gap Band, Scion, Mary Jane Girls, Fort Wilson Riot, The Invisible, David McCallum, Quantec, Kool Moe Dee, Banda Bassotti, Stockholm Monsters, Freddie Wadling, Pet Shop Boys, Eden Ahbez, Marine Girls, Roxy Music, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.

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)