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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.

All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

U.S. Maple, Rites of Spring, Newcleus, Essential Logic, Graham Central Station, Pharoah Sanders, The Gap Band, Technova, Black Pus, The Happenings, Davy DMX, T. Rex, Warsaw, DJ Sneak, Andrew Hill, Heavy D & The Boyz, Harry Pussy, Lakeside, the Swans, Bad Manners, Magazine, The Pop Group, New Age Steppers, Black Bananas, Section 25, Arab on Radar, Selector Dub Narcotic, Pantaleimon, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Searchers, Scott Walker, Gang Starr, Ossler, Niagra, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Kerrie Biddell, Cal Tjader, Terrestrial Tones, The Modern Lovers, Aswad, Sonic Youth, John Coltrane, Hasil Adkins, Ponytail, Jesper Dahlbäck, John Cale, Visage, Angry Samoans, Pagans, The Residents, The Durutti Column, Oppenheimer Analysis, Sexual Harrassment, Sister Nancy, Banda Bassotti, Albert Ayler, Basic Channel, Glenn Branca, H. Thieme, Amon Düül, DJ Style, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.

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)