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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.

All Adolescents 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?

The Dave Clark Five, Gregory Isaacs, Motorama, The Count Five, Matthew Halsall, Television Personalities, Marmalade, Jesper Dahlback, The Fugs, The Shadows of Knight, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Remains, kango's stein massive, Jimmy McGriff, Bobby Hutcherson, Thee Headcoats, Brothers Johnson, Judy Mowatt, The Associates, Rakim, James White and The Blacks, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Danielle Patucci, Schoolly D, Q and Not U, The Smiths, Soft Machine, Bush Tetras, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Offenders, Albert Ayler, Gang Starr, The Real Kids, The Motions, K-Klass, Oneida, Hashim, Scott Walker, Rod Modell, OOIOO, Section 25, Swans, Stetsasonic, Ten City, Smog, The Monks, Erasure, Dave Gahan, The Neon Judgement, Radiopuhelimet, Frankie Knuckles, Aloha Tigers, Inner City, Mr. Review, Saccharine Trust, Barclay James Harvest, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Black Bananas, Laurel Aitken, Pantaleimon, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)