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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Whodini 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.

All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Organ, Sad Lovers and Giants, Eric Copeland, The Walker Brothers, Neil Young, Aural Exciters, Groovy Waters, Slave, Little Man, Dark Day, Traffic Nightmare, Fela Kuti, Faraquet, DJ Style, Yellowson, Boogie Down Productions, Gil Scott Heron, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Patti Smith, The Gap Band, Cameo, Deepchord, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Vogues, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visage, Skarface, Johnny Osbourne, New Order, A Flock of Seagulls, Cabaret Voltaire, Infiniti, Black Sheep, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Icehouse, Crooked Eye, Silicon Teens, James Chance & The Contortions, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Ten City, Ash Ra Tempel, Prince Buster, Ultra Naté, The Neon Judgement, OOIOO, Lebanon Hanover, The Last Poets, Danielle Patucci, Essential Logic, Rekid, Wire, Kings Of Tomorrow, Jacques Brel, The Mojo Men, Big Daddy Kane, Todd Terry, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Aaron Thompson, The Names, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.

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)