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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.

All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Grauzone, Eyeless In Gaza, Aaron Thompson, The Vogues, Black Sheep, Q and Not U, Fort Wilson Riot, Magazine, X-102, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The J.B.'s, Glenn Branca, Easy Going, Ossler, The Mighty Diamonds, Eden Ahbez, The Walker Brothers, Chris & Cosey, the Fania All-Stars, Robert Wyatt, The Sonics, Traffic Nightmare, Kerrie Biddell, Neu!, The Trojans, Jesper Dahlback, Funky Four + One, Avey Tare, Slick Rick, Barbara Tucker, The Divine Comedy, Gastr Del Sol, The Gories, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Mojo Men, Henry Cow, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Average White Band, Thee Headcoats, John Holt, Maleditus Sound, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Selecter, The United States of America, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Godley & Creme, MDC, Rhythm & Sound, Wally Richardson, Niagra, The Slits, Isaac Hayes, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Victims, Roxette, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Big Daddy Kane, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.

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)