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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.

All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, James Chance & The Contortions, the Bar-Kays, Rekid, Patti Smith, Bob Dylan, Soft Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Youth Brigade, Moby Grape, The Skatalites, The Fuzztones, Ice-T, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Silicon Teens, The New Christs, Derrick Morgan, The Index, a-ha, Black Flag, Crooked Eye, Iggy Pop, Maleditus Sound, Qualms, Roxy Music, Mo-Dettes, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Wally Richardson, Cluster, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, John Holt, The Gories, Robert Hood, The Techniques, Swell Maps, Dorothy Ashby, The Gladiators, Prince Buster, Cybotron, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Soft Cell, Sandy B, A Certain Ratio, Altered Images, Jawbox, Slick Rick, Lakeside, The American Breed, Wings, La Düsseldorf, The Durutti Column, Echo & the Bunnymen, Suicide, Subhumans, The Monochrome Set, Bizarre Inc., New Order, Fad Gadget, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.

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)