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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.

All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter and Kerry, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Crime, Pussy Galore, Soul Sonic Force, Vladislav Delay, Marmalade, Drive Like Jehu, Ossler, Girls At Our Best!, Infiniti, Camberwell Now, Jeff Mills, Warren Ellis, Depeche Mode, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Crash Course in Science, Cluster, The Kinks, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Kaleidoscope, Liliput, Piero Umiliani, The Pop Group, Amon Düül II, Junior Murvin, Organ, Agitation Free, Little Man, Johnny Osbourne, Trumans Water, Moby Grape, The Young Rascals, Pagans, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Associates, Tubeway Army, Beasts of Bourbon, Q65, Fifty Foot Hose, Bizarre Inc., Vainqueur, The Fortunes, The Dirtbombs, The Move, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Monochrome Set, Hoover, Bootsy Collins, John Lydon, Khruangbin, F. McDonald, Loose Ends, The Zeros, Stockholm Monsters, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Kas Product, X-101, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Minnie Riperton, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.

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)