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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Flesh Eaters, Magazine, The Pop Group, Banda Bassotti, Massinfluence, Kings Of Tomorrow, Marvin Gaye, Johnny Osbourne, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Quadrant, Masters at Work, Maleditus Sound, OOIOO, Althea and Donna, Average White Band, Franke, Ten City, Hot Snakes, Mo-Dettes, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, X-Ray Spex, Bobbi Humphrey, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Sun Ra Arkestra, Ituana, Guru Guru, Audionom, Sällskapet, Brand Nubian, Bobby Womack, A Certain Ratio, Roxette, Lakeside, Piero Umiliani, Nas, Swans, Urselle, The Evens, Charles Mingus, Matthew Halsall, Theoretical Girls, EPMD, The Dirtbombs, New Age Steppers, the Slits, Barrington Levy, Fugazi, Skaos, Interpol, Bizarre Inc., Absolute Body Control, Faust, Joey Negro, Bill Near, a-ha, Throbbing Gristle, Traffic Nightmare, The Dead C, The Young Rascals, Gabor Szabo, These Immortal Souls, Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.

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)