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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.

All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Aswad, Connie Case, Sugar Minott, The Mighty Diamonds, Lyres, New Order, Kenny Larkin, Stiv Bators, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Beasts of Bourbon, Kerri Chandler, Audionom, Jesper Dahlbäck, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, R.M.O., Boz Scaggs, Amon Düül II, Avey Tare, Ornette Coleman, PIL, Yazoo, Franke, The Invisible, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Half Japanese, One Last Wish, Sad Lovers and Giants, Letta Mbulu, Television, Drexciya, Marshall Jefferson, Model 500, Big Daddy Kane, Main Source, Whodini, The Velvet Underground, Sparks, The Pretty Things, The Busters, Agent Orange, Brothers Johnson, Todd Terry, The Offenders, Surgeon, The Detroit Cobras, Deakin, The Misunderstood, Severed Heads, Guru Guru, Boredoms, Ken Boothe, Kaleidoscope, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Tomorrow, Bizarre Inc., Index, The Names, Yaz, ABBA, Accadde A, Heavy D & The Boyz, Godley & Creme, Bill Wells, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.

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)