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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Christie, Average White Band, The J.B.'s, K-Klass, The Gap Band, Lakeside, Franke, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Rotary Connection, Dave Gahan, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Intrusion, KRS-One, The Fire Engines, The Red Krayola, The Moody Blues, Colin Newman, Anthony Braxton, The Real Kids, Liliput, Soft Machine, MDC, Hardrive, Sunsets and Hearts, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Rakim, Amon Düül, The Shadows of Knight, Circle Jerks, Nils Olav, Minutemen, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Dead C, Theoretical Girls, La Düsseldorf, Kool Moe Dee, Buzzcocks, Aural Exciters, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Smiths, Eric Copeland, Livin' Joy, Sonny Sharrock, Suburban Knight, Tomorrow, Tommy Roe, Slick Rick, Be Bop Deluxe, Erykah Badu, Brand Nubian, Scan 7, Fatback Band, Schoolly D, Marmalade, The Detroit Cobras, Moby Grape, Scrapy, Can, Laurel Aitken, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.

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)