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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.

All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Boogie Down Productions, The Gladiators, The Cowsills, Peter & Gordon, Ponytail, One Last Wish, the Soft Cell, Joensuu 1685, Yusef Lateef, Wolf Eyes, Eric B and Rakim, AZ, Sandy B, The Dead C, Eve St. Jones, Leonard Cohen, Saccharine Trust, Lungfish, Infiniti, Cecil Taylor, The Monks, Joy Division, Todd Rundgren, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, ABBA, The Smoke, Bang On A Can, Mr. Review, T. Rex, Yellowson, The Associates, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Sisters of Mercy, Pussy Galore, Arthur Verocai, The Golliwogs, Organ, Bobby Sherman, Procol Harum, Aswad, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Radiohead, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Gichy Dan, The Doobie Brothers, Simply Red, Skriet, the Association, Scratch Acid, the Human League, Pagans, Heaven 17, Warsaw, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Crooked Eye, Das Ding, Roxette, Subhumans, Skaos, Franke, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.

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)