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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.

All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jerry Gold Smith, Stetsasonic, The Residents, Dennis Brown, Organ, Radiopuhelimet, David Axelrod, Girls At Our Best!, Bob Dylan, The Barracudas, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, World's Most, The Angels of Light, Jerry's Kids, The Dave Clark Five, Susan Cadogan, Bill Wells, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Maleditus Sound, Delon & Dalcan, Audionom, Roxy Music, Banda Bassotti, Man Eating Sloth, Technova, Warren Ellis, Sun Ra, The Count Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Babytalk, R.M.O., The Selecter, Bush Tetras, Pussy Galore, The Index, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Bluetip, Robert Görl, Grey Daturas, Pagans, Joy Division, The Human League, Angry Samoans, Junior Murvin, Desert Stars, Newcleus, Porter Ricks, Siglo XX, Beasts of Bourbon, This Heat, Moss Icon, The Fuzztones, Barclay James Harvest, Thee Headcoats, 8 Eyed Spy, Drexciya, Boz Scaggs, Tres Demented, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.

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)