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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.

All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

Soul Sonic Force, Don Cherry, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Robert Hood, Alphaville, Essential Logic, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Eurythmics, Lalann, EPMD, the Sonics, Quando Quango, Graham Central Station, Slave, Cheater Slicks, Stereo Dub, Anakelly, Matthew Halsall, The Buckinghams, Lindisfarne, Television, Liliput, Royal Trux, ABC, Mad Mike, London Community Gospel Choir, Gregory Isaacs, Ohio Players, Youth Brigade, Davy DMX, Alton Ellis, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mary Jane Girls, Tres Demented, the Bar-Kays, the Germs, F. McDonald, Bill Near, Dave Gahan, Lou Reed, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Fad Gadget, Khruangbin, Bill Wells, Man Parrish, Ronan, Radiopuhelimet, Yazoo, Funky Four + One, The Sisters of Mercy, Massinfluence, Smog, Bluetip, Dawn Penn, Arcadia, Rosa Yemen, Barclay James Harvest, the Soft Cell, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Ice-T, Drive Like Jehu, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)