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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.

All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rapeman, Soulsonic Force, The Kinks, Gian Franco Pienzio, Alison Limerick, Pylon, The Velvet Underground, Sight & Sound, Mars, Lalann, Soul Sonic Force, Q and Not U, Icehouse, Bill Near, Louis and Bebe Barron, New York Dolls, Robert Hood, The Move, The Dead C, Sly & The Family Stone, T.S.O.L., Kerri Chandler, Camberwell Now, John Lydon, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Selecter, James Chance & The Contortions, Sound Behaviour, Roxy Music, Black Pus, Scan 7, The Divine Comedy, Smog, Tom Boy, Sugar Minott, Fort Wilson Riot, Swans, Visage, Aural Exciters, Ituana, The Detroit Cobras, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Suicide, Sonic Youth, D'Angelo, James White and The Blacks, Sad Lovers and Giants, Pet Shop Boys, Bobby Hutcherson, Dual Sessions, Echo & the Bunnymen, Thompson Twins, Easy Going, Sällskapet, Black Sheep, Bootsy Collins, 48th St. Collective, Toni Rubio, The Black Dice, Cal Tjader, X-102, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.

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)