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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.

All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Smog, Eden Ahbez, Ralphi Rosario, The Birthday Party, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The New Christs, Piero Umiliani, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Saints, The Motions, Pagans, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Joey Negro, Dave Gahan, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Rufus Thomas, Sugar Minott, The Martian, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Althea and Donna, Sam Rivers, Sällskapet, Fugazi, Pole, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Index, L. Decosne, DeepChord presents Echospace, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Blackbyrds, Thompson Twins, Scrapy, Albert Ayler, Dennis Brown, Joyce Sims, Ohio Players, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Negative Approach, Lyres, Bad Manners, Deepchord, Amon Düül, Cymande, Man Parrish, D'Angelo, The Knickerbockers, Pierre Henry, New Age Steppers, Janne Schatter, Pulsallama, A Certain Ratio, Black Sheep, Nico, Sun Ra Arkestra, Gerry Rafferty, The Durutti Column, Grey Daturas, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, This Heat, Fatback Band, Crispian St. Peters, Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..

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)