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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.

All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, the Normal, Kaleidoscope, Bizarre Inc., N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, AZ, Piero Umiliani, Nick Fraelich, Massinfluence, Judy Mowatt, Hoover, Icehouse, Goldenarms, Bobby Sherman, Average White Band, Half Japanese, Heavy D & The Boyz, Saccharine Trust, Maleditus Sound, Soft Machine, Arab on Radar, Cecil Taylor, E-Dancer, Ice-T, Gang Green, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Monks, Jeff Lynne, Toni Rubio, The Slits, Lou Reed & Metallica, Mantronix, The Divine Comedy, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Nirvana, The Dave Clark Five, Ultramagnetic MC's, Barrington Levy, Erasure, Arcadia, U.S. Maple, Gang Starr, The Buckinghams, Ronnie Foster, Crime, Ken Boothe, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, FM Einheit, Theoretical Girls, Josef K, Joe Smooth, Danielle Patucci, Cal Tjader, Bronski Beat, Jeru the Damaja, Mad Mike, Loose Ends, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Stetsasonic, The Slackers, The Mummies, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.

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)