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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.

All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Flesh Eaters, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Roger Hodgson, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Graham Central Station, Sarah Menescal, The Birthday Party, Johnny Osbourne, Deakin, The Standells, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, JFA, Lightning Bolt, Mission of Burma, The Trojans, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Steve Hackett, Roxy Music, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Pharoah Sanders, Iggy Pop, Swell Maps, Lou Christie, The Remains, Stiv Bators, Echospace, Rod Modell, Mad Mike, Pylon, The Slits, Joe Finger, Bobby Hutcherson, the Fania All-Stars, Essential Logic, Barrington Levy, Lee Hazlewood, Sparks, Lalo Schifrin, The Raincoats, Ralphi Rosario, F. McDonald, Neu!, The Modern Lovers, Anakelly, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Todd Rundgren, Susan Cadogan, Saccharine Trust, Monolake, John Coltrane, The Five Americans, Robert Wyatt, Wire, Ornette Coleman, Arthur Verocai, Black Moon, Gichy Dan, Amon Düül, A Flock of Seagulls, 48th St. Collective, Q and Not U, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.

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)