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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.

All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Velvet Underground, Smog, kango's stein massive, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Khruangbin, Black Moon, Louis and Bebe Barron, Shuggie Otis, Shoche, Eli Mardock, Frankie Knuckles, E-Dancer, Pere Ubu, Tears for Fears, Porter Ricks, Chris & Cosey, The Royal Family And The Poor, Circle Jerks, Scan 7, Amazonics, The Mummies, Ossler, Quadrant, La Düsseldorf, Tomorrow, DJ Style, Youth Brigade, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Audionom, The Grass Roots, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Funkadelic, Mark Hollis, Pole, The Blackbyrds, Gerry Rafferty, Mr. Review, Lyres, Darondo, The Doors, Graham Central Station, Rod Modell, Sarah Menescal, Wire, Josef K, The Evens, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Joensuu 1685, The Victims, Lonnie Liston Smith, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, AZ, Nick Fraelich, The Stooges, Mantronix, Piero Umiliani, Lightning Bolt, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Deadbeat, Scientists, U.S. Maple, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.

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)