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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.

All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ultravox, Chrome, Nick Fraelich, Roxette, Donald Byrd, Supertramp, Gang Starr, Chris Corsano, Minny Pops, Albert Ayler, Main Source, Cluster, Rapeman, James Chance & The Contortions, Girls At Our Best!, Schoolly D, The Red Krayola, Hardrive, Charles Mingus, Suicide, The Moleskins, Easy Going, Blake Baxter, Jeff Lynne, Thee Headcoats, Wings, Eric Dolphy, Parry Music, Gichy Dan, the Swans, Wire, Circle Jerks, Negative Approach, Essential Logic, Electric Light Orchestra, Marine Girls, The Alarm Clocks, Anthony Braxton, Amon Düül, Rosa Yemen, Sam Rivers, Black Moon, The Fall, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Lindisfarne, Average White Band, Sex Pistols, Black Flag, Aloha Tigers, Duran Duran, DJ Sneak, David Bowie, Delon & Dalcan, Ken Boothe, Kings Of Tomorrow, Prince Buster, The Invisible, CMW, Simply Red, Kas Product, Throbbing Gristle, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.

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)