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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.

All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Royal Family And The Poor, 10cc, Nick Fraelich, Sixth Finger, Moby Grape, Popol Vuh, Albert Ayler, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Los Fastidios, Idris Muhammad, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, T. Rex, Desert Stars, Main Source, Animal Collective, Skaos, Qualms, Warren Ellis, The Modern Lovers, Cybotron, Beasts of Bourbon, The Mummies, Reuben Wilson, LL Cool J, The Fortunes, Gong, New Age Steppers, New Order, Derrick Morgan, The Black Dice, Robert Hood, Joey Negro, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Marvin Gaye, The Tremeloes, Eli Mardock, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Skatalites, Liliput, Neil Young, A Certain Ratio, DeepChord presents Echospace, David Axelrod, Minutemen, Toni Rubio, The Trojans, Tubeway Army, Byron Stingily, Newcleus, Bluetip, Harmonia, Mad Mike, Matthew Bourne, Eric B and Rakim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Zeros, James White and The Blacks, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Fall, Absolute Body Control, Yusef Lateef, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.

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)