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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.

All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eric Dolphy, The Stooges, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Soft Machine, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Jimmy McGriff, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, New York Dolls, Delta 5, Icehouse, The Human League, Nirvana, the Swans, The Divine Comedy, Q and Not U, Marvin Gaye, Althea and Donna, The Moleskins, Smog, Ajijia Myrayebe, Cybotron, Metal Thangz, Nik Kershaw, Reagan Youth, James Chance & The Contortions, Ornette Coleman, Tim Buckley, The Gladiators, Moss Icon, Beasts of Bourbon, Mandrill, Wings, Symarip, Mary Jane Girls, The Searchers, Echo & the Bunnymen, Brothers Johnson, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Gun Club, The Victims, Skriet, Letta Mbulu, Youth Brigade, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Associates, Negative Approach, Sister Nancy, L. Decosne, Johnny Clarke, Mad Mike, Guru Guru, The Toasters, Arcadia, The Tremeloes, Inner City, The Selecter, Kayak, The Music Machine, Davy DMX, Lou Reed & John Cale, ABBA, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)