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 Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.

All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Royal Trux, Bill Near, Rotary Connection, Zero Boys, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Shuggie Otis, Average White Band, Soft Cell, Surgeon, Blake Baxter, Rod Modell, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Associates, Crispy Ambulance, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, 10cc, Ken Boothe, Jerry's Kids, The Gories, Reuben Wilson, Lou Reed, Banda Bassotti, Khruangbin, DJ Style, The Buckinghams, Hasil Adkins, Peter and Kerry, Neu!, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, This Heat, Lungfish, John Holt, Animal Collective, The Five Americans, Anthony Braxton, Sex Pistols, Underground Resistance, Spandau Ballet, Aural Exciters, Flamin' Groovies, Rites of Spring, Ludus, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Magma, Urselle, Pharoah Sanders, Agent Orange, Sight & Sound, Robert Wyatt, Susan Cadogan, Sällskapet, Shoche, The Gap Band, Ornette Coleman, The Standells, The Kinks, Colin Newman, Mary Jane Girls, Archie Shepp, Gabor Szabo, Maurizio, John Lydon, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.

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)