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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.

All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Connie Case, Byron Stingily, Donny Hathaway, Black Flag, Chrome, Cybotron, Lower 48, The Fire Engines, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Scratch Acid, L. Decosne, Sällskapet, Loose Ends, Jesper Dahlback, Dorothy Ashby, the Soft Cell, Heavy D & The Boyz, Yellowson, Carl Craig, The Fall, Goldenarms, The Pop Group, Bill Near, Vainqueur, Pere Ubu, Lyres, Colin Newman, Basic Channel, Qualms, R.M.O., Barbara Tucker, Bobby Byrd, Josef K, X-102, Nico, Magazine, DNA, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Dead C, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Todd Terry, Theoretical Girls, Bush Tetras, Joey Negro, Bang On A Can, Brass Construction, Eddi Front, Sandy B, Brand Nubian, June Days, Tomorrow, a-ha, T.S.O.L., The Invisible, Charles Mingus, Mary Jane Girls, Chris Corsano, Archie Shepp, Unwound, Bobbi Humphrey, Bizarre Inc., DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)