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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.

All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Zapp, Yazoo, The Birthday Party, Royal Trux, Guru Guru, Radiopuhelimet, Fear, Gong, Soft Machine, Prince Buster, Essential Logic, Slave, Pussy Galore, In Retrospect, Wings, Joyce Sims, Rufus Thomas, Magma, Au Pairs, Jimmy McGriff, Underground Resistance, The Remains, X-102, Cecil Taylor, Section 25, The Smiths, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Groovy Waters, Roy Ayers, Youth Brigade, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Kenny Larkin, Cybotron, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Curtis Mayfield, The Music Machine, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Throbbing Gristle, The Sisters of Mercy, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Fifty Foot Hose, Easy Going, Saccharine Trust, Ossler, the Slits, Half Japanese, Oppenheimer Analysis, Intrusion, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Swell Maps, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Lonnie Liston Smith, Stiv Bators, Pantaleimon, Talk Talk, Harpers Bizarre, Isaac Hayes, Johnny Osbourne, Tubeway Army, Eric Dolphy, Rosa Yemen, Q and Not U, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.

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)