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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.

All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Grey Daturas, The Victims, Q65, 8 Eyed Spy, Ultravox, Fad Gadget, Technova, Janne Schatter, Average White Band, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Rod Modell, Stereo Dub, Cheater Slicks, Maleditus Sound, cv313, Organ, Jesper Dahlback, Agent Orange, Robert Wyatt, The Dave Clark Five, Joyce Sims, Fela Kuti, The Red Krayola, Black Bananas, Man Parrish, Minnie Riperton, JFA, Tres Demented, James Chance & The Contortions, Motorama, Whodini, Panda Bear, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Kevin Saunderson, Harry Pussy, Pulsallama, Marshall Jefferson, The Raincoats, Wire, Peter & Gordon, Sunsets and Hearts, Letta Mbulu, Eric B and Rakim, Harpers Bizarre, The Mojo Men, Skaos, Audionom, The Royal Family And The Poor, Fifty Foot Hose, Sister Nancy, Barclay James Harvest, Basic Channel, Kerri Chandler, Bobby Byrd, Dead Boys, Cybotron, Yellowson, Colin Newman, Joe Finger, Negative Approach, Piero Umiliani, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.

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)