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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Heaven 17, OOIOO, The Music Machine, Piero Umiliani, Dead Boys, Wire, Terrestrial Tones, Harpers Bizarre, Roy Ayers, Rapeman, Guru Guru, Parry Music, Flamin' Groovies, Interpol, Kayak, The Dirtbombs, Country Joe & The Fish, Rosa Yemen, Maleditus Sound, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Zeros, Flash Fearless, Bizarre Inc., Lebanon Hanover, Animal Collective, Monolake, The Slits, Camouflage, Al Stewart, Saccharine Trust, Ponytail, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Fifty Foot Hose, Darondo, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Hashim, Gil Scott Heron, KRS-One, Malaria!, Scratch Acid, Derrick Morgan, Lalann, Dave Gahan, Ash Ra Tempel, Sonny Sharrock, Sparks, Thompson Twins, Spoonie Gee, a-ha, Janne Schatter, Panda Bear, Fear, Kenny Larkin, Franke, Country Teasers, Don Cherry, Organ, Peter & Gordon, Excepter, Mr. Review, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.

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)