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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.

All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

John Holt, Sixth Finger, Das Ding, The Sound, the Slits, Lou Reed, Colin Newman, Bang On A Can, Scientists, Lakeside, The American Breed, Liaisons Dangereuses, Susan Cadogan, Yusef Lateef, Drexciya, Nirvana, China Crisis, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Dark Day, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Black Pus, DeepChord presents Echospace, Alphaville, Duran Duran, The Blues Magoos, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Liliput, Massinfluence, Sam Rivers, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Piero Umiliani, Minny Pops, Suburban Knight, Porter Ricks, Marshall Jefferson, Kayak, The Offenders, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ultramagnetic MC's, Los Fastidios, Bobby Sherman, Johnny Clarke, The Flesh Eaters, Althea and Donna, Peter and Kerry, The J.B.'s, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Nico, Radiopuhelimet, The Golliwogs, The Gladiators, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Slick Rick, Charles Mingus, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, New Order, The Toasters, Bootsy Collins, Half Japanese, The Alarm Clocks, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.

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)