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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Sparks, Gregory Isaacs, Essential Logic, Jeru the Damaja, The Knickerbockers, James Chance & The Contortions, The Real Kids, Minny Pops, Chris Corsano, Lee Hazlewood, Pantytec, Harry Pussy, X-101, Aural Exciters, Johnny Clarke, The Skatalites, Gang Green, Tommy Roe, Matthew Halsall, Patti Smith, Suicide, Archie Shepp, John Holt, The Royal Family And The Poor, Das Ding, Dawn Penn, Crispian St. Peters, Crispy Ambulance, Pantaleimon, Scott Walker, Thompson Twins, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sex Pistols, Royal Trux, Lou Reed, Tres Demented, Soul Sonic Force, Sad Lovers and Giants, Joensuu 1685, Soft Cell, Cheater Slicks, Man Eating Sloth, Jesper Dahlback, Idris Muhammad, Aloha Tigers, Bill Wells, Anthony Braxton, Roxy Music, Josef K, Piero Umiliani, Flash Fearless, Althea and Donna, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Unwound, Gastr Del Sol, Television Personalities, Sly & The Family Stone, Hasil Adkins, June Days, The Buckinghams, Gang Gang Dance, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.

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)