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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.

All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Tom Boy, The Knickerbockers, Heavy D & The Boyz, Half Japanese, Sexual Harrassment, Deadbeat, Andrew Hill, Schoolly D, Moebius, Terrestrial Tones, Underground Resistance, Organ, Tears for Fears, Lindisfarne, Excepter, kango's stein massive, The Moleskins, Anakelly, Gian Franco Pienzio, Public Enemy, E-Dancer, Kaleidoscope, Wasted Youth, Camberwell Now, Minnie Riperton, Bang On A Can, Godley & Creme, Sun Ra, Blossom Toes, DJ Sneak, The Vogues, Kevin Saunderson, Pantytec, PIL, Jawbox, Barrington Levy, Royal Trux, The Count Five, Negative Approach, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Dead Boys, Kerri Chandler, Echospace, Dark Day, The Mummies, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Boredoms, Beasts of Bourbon, Guru Guru, Television Personalities, Prince Buster, Bronski Beat, Main Source, Eric Dolphy, Glambeats Corp., Ituana, The Real Kids, the Human League, Panda Bear, cv313, Scott Walker, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.

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)