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 Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.

All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Monochrome Set, Chris Corsano, The Stooges, Eyeless In Gaza, Nik Kershaw, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, the Germs, Fluxion, Johnny Osbourne, Sun Ra Arkestra, Lee Hazlewood, Drive Like Jehu, Cheater Slicks, Wally Richardson, Flamin' Groovies, a-ha, the Swans, The Toasters, Traffic Nightmare, Heaven 17, Underground Resistance, Dawn Penn, X-Ray Spex, Nirvana, Funky Four + One, Ponytail, Erykah Badu, Peter and Kerry, Ralphi Rosario, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Gang of Four, These Immortal Souls, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, cv313, Country Joe & The Fish, Harpers Bizarre, Echospace, Adolescents, The Vogues, Donny Hathaway, Icehouse, The Buckinghams, The Names, Boredoms, Connie Case, Electric Prunes, Ultimate Spinach, Kool Moe Dee, Moss Icon, Faraquet, The Red Krayola, Bootsy's Rubber Band, OOIOO, Black Moon, The Gap Band, Eve St. Jones, The Doobie Brothers, Metal Thangz, Interpol, The Trojans, Pulsallama, Lungfish, A Certain Ratio, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.

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)