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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.

All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Aaron Thompson, Ornette Coleman, Massinfluence, The Martian, Gong, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Beau Brummels, Youth Brigade, Deepchord, The Mummies, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Isaac Hayes, Negative Approach, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Dead C, Los Fastidios, Marine Girls, Joy Division, Black Moon, Symarip, Mo-Dettes, Sparks, Ultravox, Black Sheep, Mandrill, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Black Flag, Rhythm & Sound, Juan Atkins, Scan 7, The Sound, China Crisis, Altered Images, The Index, Fort Wilson Riot, Gang Green, Gian Franco Pienzio, John Lydon, Faust, Rosa Yemen, Mars, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Mantronix, Liliput, Angry Samoans, Connie Case, the Human League, Make Up, The Gun Club, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Fat Boys, MDC, DJ Sneak, Qualms, Lungfish, Ohio Players, Donny Hathaway, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.

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)