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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.

All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

London Community Gospel Choir, Ajijia Myrayebe, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Monks, The Raincoats, Kerri Chandler, Crime, the Fania All-Stars, The Birthday Party, Jesper Dahlback, Surgeon, The Stooges, The Buckinghams, Donny Hathaway, New Order, Strawberry Alarm Clock, OOIOO, The Slackers, Essential Logic, Sun Ra, Max Romeo, Infiniti, The Moody Blues, Los Fastidios, X-Ray Spex, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Lalo Schifrin, Ultramagnetic MC's, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Underground Resistance, The Detroit Cobras, Alice Coltrane, Black Sheep, Pantytec, Maurizio, Half Japanese, Beasts of Bourbon, Schoolly D, Parry Music, Fad Gadget, The Remains, The Leaves, Idris Muhammad, Chrome, The Pretty Things, Alison Limerick, Deakin, Severed Heads, Blancmange, Crispian St. Peters, Brand Nubian, Ultimate Spinach, Alphaville, The Fugs, The Busters, Byron Stingily, Big Daddy Kane, Absolute Body Control, The Real Kids, Cheater Slicks, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.

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)