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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.

All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Durutti Column, The Slits, The Chocolate Watch Band, Fugazi, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Gang Gang Dance, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ornette Coleman, Silicon Teens, The Fall, The Doors, Selector Dub Narcotic, Black Flag, Sunsets and Hearts, Basic Channel, Bobby Byrd, David Axelrod, Public Enemy, Rekid, John Coltrane, The Fugs, Black Bananas, Hasil Adkins, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Fluxion, Johnny Clarke, Roxy Music, KRS-One, Cameo, Ronnie Foster, The Index, Sun City Girls, The Five Americans, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Warren Ellis, Khruangbin, The Martian, the Slits, Soft Machine, Sly & The Family Stone, Dennis Brown, Jandek, Boz Scaggs, Joensuu 1685, Louis and Bebe Barron, Dead Boys, Matthew Halsall, The Standells, Sarah Menescal, The Move, Davy DMX, Theoretical Girls, F. McDonald, Eric Dolphy, Monolake, Bobbi Humphrey, Lee Hazlewood, Das Ding, Cymande, Depeche Mode, Delon & Dalcan, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.

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)