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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.

All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scan 7, Japan, The Fall, MC5, DJ Sneak, Kenny Larkin, Sound Behaviour, Masters at Work, The Star Department, Average White Band, Mandrill, Agitation Free, Stiv Bators, Funkadelic, Circle Jerks, Swell Maps, Sunsets and Hearts, Jandek, Cal Tjader, Man Parrish, Sister Nancy, Ponytail, Quando Quango, Marcia Griffiths, Boz Scaggs, Jesper Dahlback, Arab on Radar, Joey Negro, Maleditus Sound, Parry Music, Tom Boy, Banda Bassotti, Desert Stars, Tres Demented, Oblivians, Outsiders, Eric B and Rakim, Amon Düül II, Lucky Dragons, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Amazonics, Rites of Spring, Pulsallama, The Seeds, The Gladiators, Alison Limerick, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Erykah Badu, Echo & the Bunnymen, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Agent Orange, June Days, Sam Rivers, Cymande, H. Thieme, Thompson Twins, Rhythm & Sound, Janne Schatter, Skriet, The Cramps, The New Christs, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.

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)