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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.

All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker, Danielle Patucci, Gerry Rafferty, Toni Rubio, Accadde A, The Sound, In Retrospect, The Fall, Prince Buster, Minnie Riperton, The Divine Comedy, Altered Images, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Jerry Gold Smith, MC5, James White and The Blacks, Andrew Hill, The New Christs, Matthew Bourne, Minor Threat, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Duran Duran, Shuggie Otis, Urselle, the Bar-Kays, Surgeon, The Modern Lovers, Roger Hodgson, Jeru the Damaja, Reagan Youth, Interpol, The Gap Band, Sunsets and Hearts, Schoolly D, Vaughan Mason & Crew, 8 Eyed Spy, The Beau Brummels, Stetsasonic, Mandrill, Dawn Penn, Joe Smooth, Neil Young, The Pop Group, Roy Ayers, Wasted Youth, Blossom Toes, Make Up, Inner City, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Moebius, Sonny Sharrock, The Invisible, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Blues Magoos, Electric Light Orchestra, the Sonics, The Last Poets, Avey Tare, Robert Hood, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Tom Boy, Minutemen, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.

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)