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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.

All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bootsy Collins, Cecil Taylor, Robert Görl, the Sonics, It's A Beautiful Day, Metal Thangz, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Radiopuhelimet, Rites of Spring, The Doors, Niagra, The Fugs, Amazonics, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Fort Wilson Riot, James Chance & The Contortions, Buzzcocks, Pierre Henry, Big Daddy Kane, The New Christs, Das Ding, The Pretty Things, Gang Gang Dance, Country Teasers, Chris Corsano, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Mo-Dettes, Delta 5, Bobby Byrd, Anthony Braxton, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Index, the Human League, Kas Product, Hasil Adkins, 8 Eyed Spy, Sex Pistols, Yaz, Ken Boothe, Dave Gahan, Model 500, Newcleus, The Stooges, Eyeless In Gaza, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Trojans, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Sound, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Brass Construction, Sarah Menescal, Johnny Osbourne, Nas, Los Fastidios, Sight & Sound, Stetsasonic, Visage, Animal Collective, Massinfluence, Bluetip, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.

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)