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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.

All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gian Franco Pienzio, The Knickerbockers, Babytalk, Godley & Creme, Isaac Hayes, Section 25, Carl Craig, Zero Boys, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, 10cc, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Girls At Our Best!, Black Bananas, Amon Düül, Sister Nancy, cv313, Judy Mowatt, OOIOO, Funky Four + One, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Fuzztones, Heavy D & The Boyz, Neil Young, Eli Mardock, Panda Bear, Flash Fearless, Basic Channel, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Frankie Knuckles, The Moleskins, The Raincoats, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Move, Theoretical Girls, Oblivians, Pantaleimon, Alphaville, Soul Sonic Force, The Monochrome Set, Sex Pistols, Rekid, The Leaves, Joe Finger, Cybotron, Crooked Eye, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Harpers Bizarre, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Lucky Dragons, Altered Images, Marmalade, Sad Lovers and Giants, Monks, Mandrill, R.M.O., Drive Like Jehu, Alice Coltrane, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, JFA, Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.

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)