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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.

All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

X-Ray Spex, Joensuu 1685, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Qualms, Howard Jones, Jandek, Lebanon Hanover, Sound Behaviour, Patti Smith, Eurythmics, Anthony Braxton, The Buckinghams, The Dead C, Sex Pistols, Fat Boys, U.S. Maple, Liaisons Dangereuses, Half Japanese, Davy DMX, Carl Craig, The Martian, Dennis Brown, Dual Sessions, The United States of America, Johnny Clarke, LL Cool J, Letta Mbulu, Joey Negro, Fifty Foot Hose, John Holt, Los Fastidios, The Residents, Nas, The Wake, Crime, Magazine, Dawn Penn, the Association, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Shadows of Knight, the Human League, Girls At Our Best!, Pharoah Sanders, The Durutti Column, The Electric Prunes, New Order, The Tremeloes, Procol Harum, cv313, Reagan Youth, Neil Young, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Depeche Mode, Brand Nubian, The Knickerbockers, Althea and Donna, Panda Bear, The Pretty Things, Neu!, The Dave Clark Five, Model 500, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Traffic Nightmare, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.

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)