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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Isaac Hayes, Pantaleimon, Visage, Amon Düül II, The Dirtbombs, Big Daddy Kane, Camouflage, Alphaville, Ultimate Spinach, The Gladiators, Depeche Mode, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sällskapet, Roxy Music, Kayak, Bootsy's Rubber Band, R.M.O., Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Eyeless In Gaza, Echospace, Fort Wilson Riot, The Offenders, Arab on Radar, Hardrive, Warsaw, Fluxion, Magazine, Pussy Galore, Subhumans, DNA, Minutemen, Yazoo, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Electric Prunes, Sonic Youth, Avey Tare, T. Rex, The Trojans, Liliput, Arcadia, Lightning Bolt, Alice Coltrane, Moss Icon, Traffic Nightmare, June of 44, Larry & the Blue Notes, X-102, Motorama, The Young Rascals, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Beau Brummels, Brick, Spandau Ballet, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Rites of Spring, David Bowie, Liaisons Dangereuses, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, ABBA, Dave Gahan, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.

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)