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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.

All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Q and Not U, Stockholm Monsters, Babytalk, The Pop Group, Ohio Players, Jandek, Anthony Braxton, Steve Hackett, Sällskapet, The Golliwogs, La Düsseldorf, Niagra, Deepchord, Boredoms, The Shadows of Knight, Gastr Del Sol, Main Source, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sight & Sound, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lebanon Hanover, Soft Machine, Man Parrish, Ituana, T.S.O.L., Patti Smith, Eli Mardock, Yusef Lateef, Procol Harum, Byron Stingily, Das Ding, Marvin Gaye, Don Cherry, Max Romeo, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Birthday Party, Mission of Burma, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Essential Logic, Skriet, Joensuu 1685, Country Joe & The Fish, Brand Nubian, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Bizarre Inc., Sam Rivers, Joyce Sims, Matthew Bourne, Todd Rundgren, Sister Nancy, Minutemen, The Mighty Diamonds, Tres Demented, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Basic Channel, Visage, Aaron Thompson, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, John Foxx, Banda Bassotti, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.

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)