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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.

All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jerry Gold Smith, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Mr. Review, The Walker Brothers, Grandmaster Flash, Public Enemy, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Michelle Simonal, Fatback Band, Basic Channel, Minny Pops, Au Pairs, The Cramps, Monolake, Lower 48, Lou Christie, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, June Days, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ten City, Ash Ra Tempel, Jerry's Kids, Selector Dub Narcotic, Public Image Ltd., Parry Music, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Soft Machine, Lonnie Liston Smith, Kevin Saunderson, Marmalade, DJ Sneak, Lalann, Gong, Sun City Girls, Grauzone, Amazonics, Kayak, Sunsets and Hearts, Fluxion, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ultramagnetic MC's, Shuggie Otis, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Evens, Aaron Thompson, Gerry Rafferty, The Kinks, The Skatalites, Thee Headcoats, Porter Ricks, The Mighty Diamonds, Pole, The Birthday Party, Soulsonic Force, the Human League, This Heat, It's A Beautiful Day, 8 Eyed Spy, Boredoms, Talk Talk, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.

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)