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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.

All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Grauzone, Grey Daturas, Youth Brigade, Cheater Slicks, Sarah Menescal, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Pulsallama, Barbara Tucker, The Beau Brummels, Negative Approach, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, U.S. Maple, DJ Sneak, Radiohead, Popol Vuh, the Association, Flamin' Groovies, The Cramps, Alphaville, Minny Pops, Joe Smooth, Sun Ra Arkestra, Tim Buckley, H. Thieme, Agitation Free, FM Einheit, Delon & Dalcan, Liaisons Dangereuses, T. Rex, Toni Rubio, Jesper Dahlback, Wally Richardson, Scott Walker, Jeru the Damaja, Silicon Teens, The Doobie Brothers, Fort Wilson Riot, Vainqueur, Terry Callier, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, Bobby Sherman, The Slackers, Pole, DNA, Joey Negro, Idris Muhammad, Kurtis Blow, Siglo XX, These Immortal Souls, Soulsonic Force, The Five Americans, Sonic Youth, Freddie Wadling, Von Mondo, Dorothy Ashby, Hashim, Byron Stingily, Eli Mardock, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)