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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.

All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Curtis Mayfield, Nils Olav, Ultravox, Moby Grape, Sällskapet, Donald Byrd, The Toasters, China Crisis, Guru Guru, Lou Christie, London Community Gospel Choir, Peter and Kerry, Thee Headcoats, Dawn Penn, Terry Callier, Oppenheimer Analysis, Beasts of Bourbon, Darondo, Soft Cell, Scan 7, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Beau Brummels, Television, Eric Dolphy, Thompson Twins, Oneida, The Knickerbockers, Yazoo, Black Moon, Animal Collective, Drexciya, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, AZ, Audionom, Michelle Simonal, Warren Ellis, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Dual Sessions, The Angels of Light, The Dead C, Parry Music, Brand Nubian, Brothers Johnson, Larry & the Blue Notes, Johnny Clarke, Roy Ayers, Cameo, The Leaves, Connie Case, Sunsets and Hearts, Mantronix, Kenny Larkin, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Con Funk Shun, A Flock of Seagulls, Q and Not U, Bill Wells, ABC, Vladislav Delay, Gang Starr, Fad Gadget, Skaos, Yaz, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.

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)