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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.

All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Young Rascals, One Last Wish, Panda Bear, Quadrant, Ultimate Spinach, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Crispy Ambulance, Harry Pussy, E-Dancer, X-Ray Spex, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, La Düsseldorf, Rhythm & Sound, Porter Ricks, Cluster, David Axelrod, Rakim, Dead Boys, a-ha, Nico, Pole, Spoonie Gee, The Standells, Khruangbin, Barclay James Harvest, Gregory Isaacs, Byron Stingily, Boogie Down Productions, Essential Logic, Crash Course in Science, Davy DMX, Jesper Dahlbäck, Lower 48, DJ Sneak, Joe Finger, Cybotron, kango's stein massive, Moby Grape, The Martian, Lou Christie, Talk Talk, The Blues Magoos, Bobbi Humphrey, Dave Gahan, Delon & Dalcan, Drexciya, Gang Starr, Bobby Hutcherson, Darondo, The Pretty Things, Grauzone, Surgeon, Arab on Radar, Con Funk Shun, Monks, John Coltrane, Roxette, Index, Soul Sonic Force, Silicon Teens, Lonnie Liston Smith, Heavy D & The Boyz, Icehouse, The Toasters, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.

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)