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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.

All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Accadde A, Motorama, Rosa Yemen, The Mummies, The Monochrome Set, Girls At Our Best!, Eric Copeland, Ultravox, Reagan Youth, Lee Hazlewood, Selector Dub Narcotic, Nation of Ulysses, Brick, Ralphi Rosario, Mars, Slick Rick, Eli Mardock, Gang Green, The Music Machine, Ash Ra Tempel, Fear, Make Up, Reuben Wilson, David Bowie, Joyce Sims, Boz Scaggs, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, China Crisis, Cybotron, Absolute Body Control, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Interpol, Godley & Creme, Hasil Adkins, Sun Ra, The Dead C, Ultra Naté, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Fad Gadget, Connie Case, Sandy B, Arthur Verocai, Peter and Kerry, Traffic Nightmare, The Cramps, Joe Finger, Jandek, Pulsallama, B.T. Express, The Pretty Things, The American Breed, Chris Corsano, Camberwell Now, The Evens, Model 500, Youth Brigade, Big Daddy Kane, Skriet, Rod Modell, June of 44, Surgeon, Toni Rubio, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.

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)