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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.

All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Slick Rick, Johnny Clarke, Throbbing Gristle, Delon & Dalcan, Neu!, Hot Snakes, Visage, Livin' Joy, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Blues Magoos, The Index, Jawbox, La Düsseldorf, Wings, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Scion, New Age Steppers, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Brothers Johnson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, ABBA, John Coltrane, Eric Dolphy, The Young Rascals, K-Klass, Suburban Knight, Pierre Henry, John Holt, Iggy Pop, Ultramagnetic MC's, Negative Approach, ABC, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlback, Maurizio, The Detroit Cobras, Reagan Youth, Banda Bassotti, Bobby Womack, Sugar Minott, Jeff Mills, Pantytec, Shuggie Otis, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sarah Menescal, Louis and Bebe Barron, Glambeats Corp., Tom Boy, Soulsonic Force, Crispy Ambulance, Can, Sly & The Family Stone, Magma, the Normal, Kurtis Blow, Albert Ayler, The Searchers, Ultra Naté, Be Bop Deluxe, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.

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)