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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Ten City 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 ABC. All the underground hits.

All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Fear, Vainqueur, Flamin' Groovies, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Lower 48, Make Up, Junior Murvin, The Alarm Clocks, The Martian, The Five Americans, Tom Boy, The Stooges, Can, Gichy Dan, Deakin, The Gories, The Toasters, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Altered Images, Alphaville, Sarah Menescal, The Selecter, Harry Pussy, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Marcia Griffiths, The Slits, B.T. Express, The Index, Mad Mike, Stockholm Monsters, The Star Department, Neil Young, Bauhaus, The Fall, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Danielle Patucci, Urselle, The Zeros, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Piero Umiliani, Fifty Foot Hose, New York Dolls, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Agitation Free, The Pop Group, the Human League, Sixth Finger, Dave Gahan, Hashim, The Fire Engines, MC5, Matthew Bourne, Motorama, The Blackbyrds, Brick, Max Romeo, Jandek, Boz Scaggs, The Dead C, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.

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)