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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.

All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Moby Grape, Terrestrial Tones, Anakelly, Sex Pistols, Jesper Dahlbäck, Hardrive, Television Personalities, B.T. Express, David Axelrod, Country Joe & The Fish, The Toasters, Pole, Kings Of Tomorrow, Little Man, Severed Heads, DJ Style, Man Eating Sloth, Altered Images, James Chance & The Contortions, the Swans, Nik Kershaw, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Angry Samoans, Ralphi Rosario, Marmalade, Sun City Girls, Mo-Dettes, Fort Wilson Riot, Amazonics, Scientists, Los Fastidios, Stockholm Monsters, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Lucky Dragons, Niagra, the Soft Cell, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rakim, James White and The Blacks, Tears for Fears, Ultravox, The Divine Comedy, Infiniti, Drive Like Jehu, Moss Icon, JFA, The Skatalites, Neil Young, Chris & Cosey, Supertramp, Eve St. Jones, Pharoah Sanders, Connie Case, Yusef Lateef, Massinfluence, Soft Machine, Malaria!, Fatback Band, Don Cherry, Motorama, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.

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)