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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.

All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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 John Foxx record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gong, Fugazi, Bronski Beat, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Erykah Badu, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Moleskins, Eli Mardock, Kayak, Danielle Patucci, Jawbox, Avey Tare, Stockholm Monsters, Juan Atkins, The Busters, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Pretty Things, Max Romeo, U.S. Maple, cv313, This Heat, Moebius, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Black Moon, Electric Prunes, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Anakelly, Grey Daturas, Joe Finger, Dave Gahan, Faust, The Kinks, Bauhaus, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Warren Ellis, The Music Machine, Sexual Harrassment, Altered Images, Dawn Penn, Organ, MDC, The Slits, The Mojo Men, These Immortal Souls, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Hashim, JFA, Wings, Main Source, KRS-One, David Bowie, Scion, Khruangbin, The Barracudas, Infiniti, T. Rex, Wire, Peter & Gordon, Intrusion, Lightning Bolt, The Last Poets, Half Japanese, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.

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)