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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.

All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Vaughan Mason & Crew, Alison Limerick, Rapeman, The Remains, The J.B.'s, The Standells, Tears for Fears, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Marc Almond, Jeru the Damaja, Radio Birdman, Fad Gadget, Al Stewart, Gang Gang Dance, The Royal Family And The Poor, Black Pus, Rod Modell, Scientists, Lindisfarne, The Smoke, Lonnie Liston Smith, These Immortal Souls, New York Dolls, Pylon, The Victims, London Community Gospel Choir, Grauzone, Malaria!, Franke, The Black Dice, Bobby Hutcherson, Youth Brigade, Lungfish, T.S.O.L., Gerry Rafferty, Absolute Body Control, Pagans, Marcia Griffiths, The Offenders, Unrelated Segments, Curtis Mayfield, Fluxion, the Association, Judy Mowatt, MC5, Spandau Ballet, The Beau Brummels, Gang Starr, The Barracudas, Robert Hood, The Invisible, Lee Hazlewood, The Searchers, The Moleskins, This Heat, Tim Buckley, L. Decosne, Marmalade, Jawbox, Kerri Chandler, Radiohead, Kevin Saunderson, Stiv Bators, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.

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)