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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.

All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

kango's stein massive, Barbara Tucker, Wings, Dual Sessions, H. Thieme, Faraquet, One Last Wish, Monolake, The Trojans, Bill Wells, Bobby Byrd, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, James White and The Blacks, Gian Franco Pienzio, Joy Division, X-101, Negative Approach, Fifty Foot Hose, The Slackers, Jerry's Kids, Eli Mardock, Girls At Our Best!, the Slits, Boogie Down Productions, Bobby Womack, Ice-T, Au Pairs, Bobbi Humphrey, Deepchord, Chrome, Warren Ellis, The Chocolate Watch Band, Angry Samoans, Harpers Bizarre, Swell Maps, Fat Boys, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, D'Angelo, The Alarm Clocks, Mr. Review, Kool Moe Dee, Janne Schatter, DeepChord presents Echospace, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Maurizio, Davy DMX, Anthony Braxton, David Axelrod, Roger Hodgson, Pagans, Q65, Gong, Wolf Eyes, Siglo XX, Lower 48, Sixth Finger, Scrapy, Tropical Tobacco, Amazonics, Lonnie Liston Smith, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.

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)