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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.

All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Qualms, Eli Mardock, LL Cool J, Schoolly D, Panda Bear, Royal Trux, The Star Department, Terry Callier, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, ABC, The Doors, The Mojo Men, A Flock of Seagulls, Roxy Music, The Mighty Diamonds, Pantytec, Con Funk Shun, John Lydon, The Saints, The Searchers, Loose Ends, Kango’s Stein Massive, Aural Exciters, Cluster, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Slick Rick, Tubeway Army, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Brick, Radiopuhelimet, Yaz, Sandy B, Mr. Review, Rhythm & Sound, Echospace, Mars, Kevin Saunderson, Lou Christie, David Axelrod, Sixth Finger, In Retrospect, Harpers Bizarre, Marc Almond, Robert Görl, Young Marble Giants, Darondo, Crispy Ambulance, Pagans, Jacob Miller, The Birthday Party, Stetsasonic, The Sound, The Neon Judgement, The Last Poets, Maurizio, Ultimate Spinach, The United States of America, Liliput, Gregory Isaacs, Arab on Radar, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.

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)