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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.

All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Young Rascals, Joe Finger, Malaria!, The Toasters, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Clear Light, Lightning Bolt, The Royal Family And The Poor, Al Stewart, It's A Beautiful Day, David Axelrod, Ultravox, Lindisfarne, Lalann, Skaos, Ajijia Myrayebe, Blake Baxter, Albert Ayler, Kevin Saunderson, Bauhaus, Kaleidoscope, The Count Five, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Radio Birdman, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nas, The Fortunes, Sun City Girls, The Monochrome Set, The Sound, Depeche Mode, Johnny Osbourne, MC5, Theoretical Girls, Outsiders, Crime, Dawn Penn, Make Up, Unwound, Tears for Fears, Todd Terry, Essential Logic, Adolescents, The Electric Prunes, Fifty Foot Hose, The Misunderstood, KRS-One, Roxette, MDC, Wasted Youth, Intrusion, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, X-Ray Spex, Kurtis Blow, The Remains, Circle Jerks, The Evens, Technova, Altered Images, Maurizio, Don Cherry, Nirvana, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.

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)