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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Accadde A 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.

All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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, Dennis Brown, Aural Exciters, Rites of Spring, Warren Ellis, Sunsets and Hearts, The Velvet Underground, Quando Quango, The Flesh Eaters, The Stooges, Danielle Patucci, Soul II Soul, David McCallum, Bluetip, Clear Light, Roy Ayers, Dual Sessions, Sister Nancy, Lalann, The Monochrome Set, Hasil Adkins, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Human League, The Five Americans, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Young Rascals, In Retrospect, Scott Walker, Radiopuhelimet, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Vogues, Black Bananas, the Germs, Drive Like Jehu, The Gap Band, Soul Sonic Force, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Blackbyrds, Tres Demented, Sun Ra Arkestra, Neu!, Janne Schatter, Joensuu 1685, Derrick May, Soulsonic Force, Lindisfarne, James Chance & The Contortions, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Offenders, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, DJ Style, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Ponytail, Kevin Saunderson, Section 25, DeepChord presents Echospace, Aswad, Absolute Body Control, Joe Smooth, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.

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)