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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.

All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Vainqueur, The Angels of Light, MC5, Ronan, The Smoke, the Soft Cell, Pantaleimon, Crispy Ambulance, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Monochrome Set, H. Thieme, Pierre Henry, Monolake, Liliput, Flash Fearless, Surgeon, The Happenings, Pylon, The Invisible, Stetsasonic, Livin' Joy, The Associates, Moby Grape, Kevin Saunderson, Bill Near, Suicide, Youth Brigade, Skarface, Toni Rubio, the Sonics, David Bowie, Barry Ungar, Cal Tjader, Sällskapet, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Shuggie Otis, Bobby Hutcherson, China Crisis, James Chance & The Contortions, Ituana, Gang Gang Dance, The Cowsills, Fat Boys, Scott Walker, Mr. Review, Amon Düül II, John Holt, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Magma, Sonic Youth, Gabor Szabo, Marcia Griffiths, Sixth Finger, Ronnie Foster, The Blackbyrds, The Mojo Men, The Young Rascals, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Be Bop Deluxe, Cameo, Skaos, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.

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)