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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monochrome Set 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.

All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Aaron Thompson, a-ha, DeepChord presents Echospace, Pierre Henry, Kayak, New Age Steppers, Yusef Lateef, Lebanon Hanover, Kurtis Blow, Gregory Isaacs, DJ Style, Rufus Thomas, Mars, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Fat Boys, The Sisters of Mercy, The Barracudas, Tubeway Army, Ralphi Rosario, Albert Ayler, The Chocolate Watch Band, Bronski Beat, Loose Ends, Bobby Sherman, Black Flag, The Walker Brothers, Beasts of Bourbon, Buzzcocks, The J.B.'s, The Mighty Diamonds, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Terry Callier, Royal Trux, Scan 7, Maurizio, Country Joe & The Fish, Eli Mardock, Theoretical Girls, The Stooges, Monks, Joe Finger, The Evens, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Associates, The Dead C, Bootsy Collins, Rhythm & Sound, Ohio Players, The Trojans, Symarip, Althea and Donna, Pussy Galore, Motorama, The Smiths, X-Ray Spex, Joe Smooth, L. Decosne, Lou Reed & John Cale, Derrick Morgan, Animal Collective, The Count Five, Marshall Jefferson, The Moody Blues, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.

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)