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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.

All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ajijia Myrayebe, Barry Ungar, Technova, Rekid, Jandek, Yusef Lateef, Peter & Gordon, Patti Smith, Heaven 17, Fifty Foot Hose, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Gories, The Misunderstood, Danielle Patucci, Todd Terry, Eyeless In Gaza, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Modern Lovers, New Age Steppers, Black Sheep, Bill Near, Cameo, Ultra Naté, Moebius, Thompson Twins, John Lydon, The Alarm Clocks, Man Parrish, Robert Görl, Wolf Eyes, Eden Ahbez, Oblivians, Wings, Jacques Brel, Sound Behaviour, Gichy Dan, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Dennis Brown, Supertramp, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Khruangbin, Flamin' Groovies, Excepter, The United States of America, Hoover, The Mojo Men, Nik Kershaw, Gil Scott Heron, The Moody Blues, Rites of Spring, Lou Christie, La Düsseldorf, cv313, The Remains, The Flesh Eaters, The Birthday Party, Ossler, Skriet, The Slackers, Gang Gang Dance, Ronan, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)