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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.

All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Aaron Thompson, In Retrospect, Eyeless In Gaza, Silicon Teens, Circle Jerks, The Cosmic Jokers, Quantec, Sly & The Family Stone, Surgeon, Bauhaus, Lebanon Hanover, Sun Ra Arkestra, Fear, Judy Mowatt, Sarah Menescal, Reuben Wilson, Sun Ra, The Fortunes, Jacques Brel, The Mojo Men, Lakeside, Peter & Gordon, Echospace, Derrick May, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Television Personalities, Flamin' Groovies, Deepchord, Basic Channel, Juan Atkins, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Quando Quango, This Heat, Radiopuhelimet, Arcadia, Jesper Dahlback, Fela Kuti, The Count Five, Faraquet, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Wire, Black Bananas, Funky Four + One, Reagan Youth, Gichy Dan, Second Layer, Crispy Ambulance, Pole, The Toasters, cv313, Black Flag, Dennis Brown, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Black Moon, Country Joe & The Fish, Sister Nancy, Blake Baxter, Iggy Pop, Erasure, Boogie Down Productions, Dead Boys, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.

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)