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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.

All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Trumans Water, Magma, Idris Muhammad, Amon Düül, Bush Tetras, L. Decosne, Boz Scaggs, Wasted Youth, The Stooges, The Fortunes, Ten City, Kool Moe Dee, Panda Bear, Jeff Mills, Ken Boothe, Moby Grape, Basic Channel, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Amon Düül II, Bobbi Humphrey, Letta Mbulu, the Swans, Gang Green, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The New Christs, Mo-Dettes, Minutemen, Jerry's Kids, Radiohead, Nation of Ulysses, The Walker Brothers, a-ha, Radio Birdman, Yaz, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Soulsonic Force, the Soft Cell, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, DJ Style, Cal Tjader, Jacques Brel, Pussy Galore, Eli Mardock, cv313, Michelle Simonal, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Ralphi Rosario, Nick Fraelich, Kerri Chandler, CMW, Moss Icon, Eve St. Jones, Altered Images, Graham Central Station, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Ajijia Myrayebe, Roxy Music, Judy Mowatt, Swell Maps, Hoover, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.

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)