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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.

All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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 Stereo Dub record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

X-102, Bobbi Humphrey, Lalo Schifrin, Lucky Dragons, Radio Birdman, Qualms, Popol Vuh, Mantronix, The Wake, The Smoke, Q65, Curtis Mayfield, Surgeon, Stetsasonic, Kenny Larkin, Eurythmics, Wally Richardson, Model 500, Siglo XX, Jerry's Kids, Supertramp, Ultra Naté, The Pretty Things, Tubeway Army, Country Teasers, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Kayak, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Davy DMX, Bobby Hutcherson, Kurtis Blow, Sunsets and Hearts, Hashim, Susan Cadogan, Gregory Isaacs, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Khruangbin, The Human League, Yazoo, Severed Heads, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Magazine, Das Ding, The Knickerbockers, Roxy Music, Cabaret Voltaire, The Moleskins, Sun City Girls, Soft Machine, The Techniques, Girls At Our Best!, John Cale, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Fortunes, The Doobie Brothers, Kool Moe Dee, Ultramagnetic MC's, Flipper, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, London Community Gospel Choir, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.

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)