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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.

All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Liliput, Y Pants, Japan, Freddie Wadling, Graham Central Station, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Black Pus, Surgeon, The Fortunes, Jimmy McGriff, Lyres, The Human League, Television, Kas Product, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Derrick Morgan, DJ Sneak, L. Decosne, Prince Buster, Deepchord, Sly & The Family Stone, Siglo XX, Lucky Dragons, Rakim, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Heavy D & The Boyz, Country Teasers, Chrome, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Marc Almond, James White and The Blacks, The Standells, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Lou Reed, These Immortal Souls, the Fania All-Stars, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Dennis Brown, Lakeside, World's Most, John Coltrane, The Gories, Jerry's Kids, Basic Channel, Bobby Hutcherson, Peter and Kerry, Sam Rivers, Gang Green, Letta Mbulu, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, K-Klass, Vaughan Mason & Crew, New Age Steppers, Skarface, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, New Order, The Birthday Party, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.

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)