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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the g├╝iro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.

All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Star Department, Von Mondo, Surgeon, Yaz, Bluetip, Harry Pussy, The Gories, Nils Olav, the Swans, Bobby Byrd, Girls At Our Best!, James Chance & The Contortions, Adolescents, Neu!, Vladislav Delay, Hasil Adkins, Black Moon, Popol Vuh, Alice Coltrane, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Faraquet, Blossom Toes, Duran Duran, Sex Pistols, Stetsasonic, D'Angelo, The Techniques, Lou Reed & John Cale, Mo-Dettes, Arthur Verocai, The Wake, Connie Case, Newcleus, Technova, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Delta 5, X-101, Half Japanese, Joensuu 1685, Black Pus, the Slits, Idris Muhammad, Brand Nubian, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Kaleidoscope, The Motions, Nirvana, Louis and Bebe Barron, Metal Thangz, Mission of Burma, Crash Course in Science, Minor Threat, kango's stein massive, Gastr Del Sol, The Fuzztones, Ponytail, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mummies, Altered Images, The Fire Engines, Sexual Harrassment, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.

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)