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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?

Bob Dylan, Urselle, Gang Starr, Aural Exciters, Andrew Hill, Rod Modell, 48th St. Collective, Japan, Von Mondo, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Alice Coltrane, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Rosa Yemen, Donald Byrd, Intrusion, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Theoretical Girls, Davy DMX, Matthew Bourne, the Slits, Ten City, Quando Quango, L. Decosne, Hasil Adkins, Porter Ricks, Bang On A Can, Supertramp, The Blackbyrds, Lee Hazlewood, One Last Wish, Warsaw, Altered Images, Delta 5, The Black Dice, Gang Green, Negative Approach, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Detroit Cobras, Liaisons Dangereuses, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Public Image Ltd., Agent Orange, Lalann, Motorama, Arthur Verocai, Nik Kershaw, The Buckinghams, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Cowsills, Mission of Burma, Das Ding, Curtis Mayfield, Bobby Sherman, Oppenheimer Analysis, Slave, Leonard Cohen, Donny Hathaway, Ponytail, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.

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)