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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.

All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Girls At Our Best!, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bizarre Inc., Nils Olav, Prince Buster, Icehouse, Be Bop Deluxe, Japan, Monolake, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Zero Boys, Roy Ayers, Easy Going, The Chocolate Watch Band, Aaron Thompson, Althea and Donna, Nirvana, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Symarip, Rites of Spring, Neu!, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Traffic Nightmare, Motorama, Derrick Morgan, Boz Scaggs, Delon & Dalcan, Robert Wyatt, The Black Dice, Slick Rick, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Suicide, The Gladiators, Lou Christie, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Faraquet, Little Man, Ornette Coleman, Sam Rivers, K-Klass, Peter and Kerry, The Victims, Stockholm Monsters, Niagra, Juan Atkins, Siglo XX, Darondo, The Cowsills, The Doobie Brothers, B.T. Express, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Evens, The Mojo Men, Rotary Connection, Supertramp, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Sarah Menescal, Underground Resistance, The Residents, Barry Ungar, Amon Düül, X-102, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.

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)