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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.

All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Godley & Creme, Visage, The Mummies, Motorama, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Blake Baxter, Essential Logic, A Certain Ratio, Public Image Ltd., FM Einheit, Cluster, Laurel Aitken, Yaz, Marvin Gaye, Section 25, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Kerri Chandler, Crime, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Radio Birdman, Dawn Penn, Hoover, Ajijia Myrayebe, Sex Pistols, Zapp, The Cramps, The Cosmic Jokers, The Monks, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Slackers, Roger Hodgson, Heavy D & The Boyz, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Curtis Mayfield, Lonnie Liston Smith, Livin' Joy, Lakeside, Scratch Acid, The Standells, Carl Craig, Derrick Morgan, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Cabaret Voltaire, Liliput, Sparks, Eric Dolphy, X-102, Qualms, The Victims, Make Up, The Wake, Blossom Toes, Gang Gang Dance, Erykah Badu, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, cv313, Janne Schatter, Larry & the Blue Notes, The J.B.'s, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.

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)