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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.

All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Flash Fearless, Hot Snakes, Gregory Isaacs, Pierre Henry, Thompson Twins, The Fall, F. McDonald, Kenny Larkin, Harmonia, Moebius, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, U.S. Maple, Sound Behaviour, The Monks, Dual Sessions, Marmalade, Yaz, The Mummies, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Dorothy Ashby, Joe Smooth, Alton Ellis, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Drive Like Jehu, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, 48th St. Collective, Ludus, Charles Mingus, Steve Hackett, Harpers Bizarre, Laurel Aitken, A Flock of Seagulls, Kaleidoscope, ABBA, Loose Ends, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, X-102, The Victims, Brass Construction, Peter and Kerry, The Walker Brothers, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Organ, Max Romeo, Danielle Patucci, Sandy B, Tropical Tobacco, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Babytalk, Gong, Scientists, The Moody Blues, T. Rex, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Oblivians, Q and Not U, Maurizio, Nik Kershaw, Public Image Ltd., Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.

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)