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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.

All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Toni Rubio, The Fugs, Magazine, The Cramps, Donny Hathaway, Eden Ahbez, The Martian, the Association, Fear, Royal Trux, Gang Gang Dance, John Coltrane, Lou Christie, Nirvana, Surgeon, the Soft Cell, Gichy Dan, Yazoo, Cameo, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, cv313, Ronnie Foster, Ultravox, The Dave Clark Five, Davy DMX, Rosa Yemen, Gang of Four, U.S. Maple, The Stooges, Outsiders, Siglo XX, Robert Wyatt, The Leaves, Black Moon, The Count Five, Smog, The Cowsills, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Red Krayola, Mary Jane Girls, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Public Image Ltd., Freddie Wadling, Saccharine Trust, Brothers Johnson, Ohio Players, Lou Reed & Metallica, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Stockholm Monsters, Altered Images, Robert Görl, Arab on Radar, Animal Collective, Easy Going, Monks, The Fortunes, the Sonics, The Mighty Diamonds, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Archie Shepp, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Erykah Badu, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.

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)