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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.

All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Roger Hodgson, Panda Bear, Adolescents, Subhumans, Inner City, Hoover, Sound Behaviour, Grandmaster Flash, 10cc, Dark Day, The Electric Prunes, Dual Sessions, Fatback Band, Symarip, Guru Guru, Malaria!, The Cowsills, Marine Girls, Ash Ra Tempel, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Lucky Dragons, Index, Desert Stars, John Holt, Hashim, K-Klass, Schoolly D, Eurythmics, Quando Quango, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Real Kids, The Dirtbombs, Motorama, The Pretty Things, Warren Ellis, Public Enemy, Model 500, the Slits, Radiohead, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, It's A Beautiful Day, Electric Prunes, The Sisters of Mercy, The Royal Family And The Poor, Archie Shepp, The Residents, Rosa Yemen, Man Eating Sloth, Boredoms, Supertramp, The Fire Engines, Aloha Tigers, DeepChord presents Echospace, OOIOO, Intrusion, Mad Mike, Tommy Roe, The Music Machine, Groovy Waters, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.

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)