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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.

All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Crash Course in Science, The Shadows of Knight, Blancmange, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Simply Red, Funky Four + One, X-102, Eric B and Rakim, Pantytec, DJ Style, Pole, Todd Terry, Reagan Youth, Bill Wells, Angry Samoans, Iggy Pop, Frankie Knuckles, Suburban Knight, Kas Product, Johnny Clarke, The Cosmic Jokers, Glenn Branca, Buzzcocks, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Derrick May, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Crooked Eye, 48th St. Collective, The Fortunes, The Sisters of Mercy, Sound Behaviour, Selector Dub Narcotic, The Royal Family And The Poor, Lebanon Hanover, Letta Mbulu, Depeche Mode, James Chance & The Contortions, Young Marble Giants, Wolf Eyes, Ronan, Country Joe & The Fish, Drexciya, Tears for Fears, Albert Ayler, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Hoover, The Gladiators, Main Source, Eurythmics, Country Teasers, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Donny Hathaway, Girls At Our Best!, Warsaw, The Doobie Brothers, Glambeats Corp., Max Romeo, It's A Beautiful Day, Cybotron, Index, The Martian, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.

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)