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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.

All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jacob Miller, KRS-One, Moby Grape, Fela Kuti, Skaos, Stockholm Monsters, Lower 48, Moss Icon, The Index, The Fire Engines, The Trojans, Niagra, Drexciya, the Bar-Kays, Mr. Review, Crispian St. Peters, Ornette Coleman, Procol Harum, 10cc, ABBA, Donald Byrd, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Beasts of Bourbon, T. Rex, Soul Sonic Force, Index, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, A Certain Ratio, Lee Hazlewood, Frankie Knuckles, The Beau Brummels, La Düsseldorf, The Pop Group, Johnny Clarke, The Busters, Jeff Mills, Quadrant, Lou Christie, The Chocolate Watch Band, Shoche, Sly & The Family Stone, Con Funk Shun, Janne Schatter, Scott Walker, Young Marble Giants, Moebius, Colin Newman, The Barracudas, a-ha, Franke, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Residents, Suicide, New Order, Underground Resistance, Rapeman, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ultra Naté, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.

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)