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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.

All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sexual Harrassment, This Heat, Mo-Dettes, Adolescents, The Index, Kurtis Blow, Tim Buckley, The Pretty Things, The Leaves, Magma, Colin Newman, The Angels of Light, Joey Negro, Fluxion, The Evens, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Q and Not U, Yellowson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Black Moon, Jeru the Damaja, X-101, June Days, Bobbi Humphrey, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Kevin Saunderson, the Bar-Kays, Jandek, MC5, Dead Boys, Todd Rundgren, Mark Hollis, Black Bananas, The Black Dice, Bob Dylan, Shuggie Otis, T.S.O.L., Pere Ubu, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Gang Starr, Barrington Levy, Theoretical Girls, Marcia Griffiths, Saccharine Trust, These Immortal Souls, Metal Thangz, Kerrie Biddell, Kerri Chandler, Skriet, Bobby Womack, Pantaleimon, Kings Of Tomorrow, Wolf Eyes, New York Dolls, Scratch Acid, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.

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)