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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.

All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roger Hodgson, The Martian, The J.B.'s, The Sisters of Mercy, Delon & Dalcan, Barclay James Harvest, Eric Copeland, Section 25, Erykah Badu, Rites of Spring, Drexciya, Average White Band, Von Mondo, Gang Starr, Jandek, The Chocolate Watch Band, The United States of America, OOIOO, Thee Headcoats, Nick Fraelich, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, F. McDonald, The Pretty Things, Isaac Hayes, Tears for Fears, Marshall Jefferson, Pet Shop Boys, Wings, The Durutti Column, Minny Pops, Joensuu 1685, Dorothy Ashby, Mr. Review, Jesper Dahlback, It's A Beautiful Day, Negative Approach, Donny Hathaway, Shuggie Otis, Soul II Soul, Lalo Schifrin, Underground Resistance, The Techniques, The Dave Clark Five, X-Ray Spex, Davy DMX, Althea and Donna, Mark Hollis, Ronnie Foster, the Human League, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Mandrill, Symarip, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Barbara Tucker, The Sonics, The Fugs, Talk Talk, Arab on Radar, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)