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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.

All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul Sonic Force, OOIOO, Scrapy, Absolute Body Control, Piero Umiliani, Yusef Lateef, Delon & Dalcan, Funkadelic, Moebius, Iggy Pop, Bobby Womack, Arcadia, The J.B.'s, T.S.O.L., Toni Rubio, Aaron Thompson, Loose Ends, Idris Muhammad, Essential Logic, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Knickerbockers, Qualms, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Blake Baxter, Jerry's Kids, Ohio Players, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Infiniti, Aswad, Agitation Free, Eric Copeland, Tres Demented, Soulsonic Force, Fear, Pagans, Fluxion, Easy Going, Sparks, The Neon Judgement, Roger Hodgson, Au Pairs, Wally Richardson, Audionom, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Brand Nubian, Urselle, Masters at Work, Sixth Finger, T. Rex, Sound Behaviour, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Dark Day, Skarface, JFA, The Martian, Nation of Ulysses, the Sonics, Radio Birdman, Joey Negro, Flipper, Sandy B, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.

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)