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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.

All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nico, Derrick Morgan, World's Most, H. Thieme, Sun Ra Arkestra, Scion, The Raincoats, Sun City Girls, The Gories, Sam Rivers, David Bowie, Half Japanese, Isaac Hayes, The Alarm Clocks, Archie Shepp, Pylon, Bang On A Can, Average White Band, Sugar Minott, Pantytec, Urselle, Prince Buster, Gichy Dan, LL Cool J, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Cosmic Jokers, Jeff Lynne, The Invisible, The Velvet Underground, Jesper Dahlbäck, Frankie Knuckles, Sun Ra, Dennis Brown, Loose Ends, Roxy Music, Fort Wilson Riot, Scott Walker, Skaos, 10cc, Slave, a-ha, Swans, The Gun Club, Iggy Pop, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Mummies, the Soft Cell, Deadbeat, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Grauzone, Danielle Patucci, The Beau Brummels, Lou Reed & Metallica, Wings, Fugazi, Alphaville, The Last Poets, Juan Atkins, Accadde A, Quantec, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.

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)