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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.

All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Loose Ends, The Young Rascals, Aswad, Sugar Minott, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Derrick Morgan, Pagans, Morten Harket, CMW, The Raincoats, the Sonics, Minor Threat, Das Ding, Massinfluence, Radio Birdman, Dark Day, Desert Stars, Jimmy McGriff, Dave Gahan, Patti Smith, Reagan Youth, Maurizio, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Marmalade, Skarface, Barclay James Harvest, Selector Dub Narcotic, Gong, Eli Mardock, The Beau Brummels, Joyce Sims, Surgeon, Roxy Music, the Slits, Pantytec, The Happenings, Moebius, Magma, The Human League, Tommy Roe, DJ Style, Q65, Zero Boys, Banda Bassotti, Black Sheep, Nas, Khruangbin, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bootsy Collins, Ash Ra Tempel, Scrapy, Freddie Wadling, The Fall, Dorothy Ashby, Make Up, Janne Schatter, Cluster, Prince Buster, Sly & The Family Stone, Don Cherry, Liaisons Dangereuses, Lou Reed, Country Teasers, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.

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)