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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.

All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Residents, Jawbox, In Retrospect, Roxette, T. Rex, Urselle, Carl Craig, UT, Ralphi Rosario, Rufus Thomas, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Electric Prunes, Sex Pistols, Peter and Kerry, H. Thieme, Sugar Minott, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Camberwell Now, Japan, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Eric Copeland, The Zeros, The Smoke, The Modern Lovers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Scott Walker, 48th St. Collective, Black Sheep, Graham Central Station, Lucky Dragons, The Martian, Au Pairs, Cecil Taylor, The Moody Blues, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Newcleus, Unwound, DJ Sneak, The Sound, Terry Callier, The Neon Judgement, Howard Jones, Juan Atkins, Schoolly D, Darondo, Thompson Twins, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Pantaleimon, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Drexciya, Jesper Dahlbäck, KRS-One, Severed Heads, Joey Negro, Sunsets and Hearts, Reuben Wilson, Joensuu 1685, John Lydon, Neil Young, Fluxion, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)