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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.

All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Shuggie Otis, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Moody Blues, Rekid, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Unwound, The Buckinghams, Sonic Youth, The Barracudas, The Pop Group, Freddie Wadling, Wire, Kayak, The Knickerbockers, Shoche, The Young Rascals, Pantytec, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Darondo, Adolescents, Eden Ahbez, Fear, Cymande, DJ Style, Eli Mardock, Kas Product, Sparks, Roxy Music, Agent Orange, The Dirtbombs, Blossom Toes, The New Christs, Theoretical Girls, Camberwell Now, The United States of America, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, DJ Sneak, Laurel Aitken, Soft Cell, Mr. Review, Idris Muhammad, Animal Collective, Eve St. Jones, Ornette Coleman, JFA, Flash Fearless, Thee Headcoats, the Germs, The Detroit Cobras, kango's stein massive, The Five Americans, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, John Lydon, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, the Sonics, Joe Finger, Carl Craig, Supertramp, Schoolly D, CMW, Mo-Dettes, The Associates, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.

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)