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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.

All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Unwound, Mandrill, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, This Heat, Kerri Chandler, The American Breed, Pantaleimon, Royal Trux, The Saints, Bobbi Humphrey, Simply Red, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Glenn Branca, Khruangbin, Kerrie Biddell, L. Decosne, Rod Modell, Excepter, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Sun Ra Arkestra, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Altered Images, Bang On A Can, Skarface, Scott Walker, DNA, Bill Wells, Eddi Front, Boogie Down Productions, The Cramps, Cymande, Sly & The Family Stone, Suburban Knight, China Crisis, The Blues Magoos, The Angels of Light, Ultramagnetic MC's, Isaac Hayes, X-102, The Knickerbockers, Franke, Warren Ellis, The Toasters, Tommy Roe, Erasure, Shoche, The Raincoats, The Kinks, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Remains, Louis and Bebe Barron, Whodini, Zapp, Fort Wilson Riot, Circle Jerks, Derrick May, the Association, World's Most, Marc Almond, Bobby Byrd, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.

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)