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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?

Eyeless In Gaza, Amon Düül, Adolescents, Bobby Hutcherson, Boogie Down Productions, Cheater Slicks, Robert Wyatt, The Angels of Light, Pagans, Marmalade, The Human League, London Community Gospel Choir, Yaz, cv313, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Connie Case, Ronnie Foster, Sonny Sharrock, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Amon Düül II, Bobby Sherman, Larry & the Blue Notes, Piero Umiliani, Visage, Infiniti, Wolf Eyes, Ash Ra Tempel, Hashim, Public Enemy, Kerri Chandler, Grandmaster Flash, Alton Ellis, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Au Pairs, Los Fastidios, The Blues Magoos, X-Ray Spex, The Beau Brummels, Pharoah Sanders, Barrington Levy, Terrestrial Tones, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Moss Icon, Alison Limerick, Aaron Thompson, Negative Approach, Kango’s Stein Massive, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Todd Rundgren, Soft Cell, the Human League, Nation of Ulysses, Cluster, Ken Boothe, Beasts of Bourbon, The Dirtbombs, H. Thieme, Erasure, Banda Bassotti, Sight & Sound, Lonnie Liston Smith, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.

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)