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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.

All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Schoolly D, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Rapeman, The Neon Judgement, Marc Almond, Babytalk, Scan 7, Joensuu 1685, Sonny Sharrock, Symarip, Spoonie Gee, Gong, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Robert Wyatt, Harmonia, Rosa Yemen, One Last Wish, Brick, Fad Gadget, The Sisters of Mercy, The Smoke, Hardrive, Jandek, Fifty Foot Hose, Black Sheep, Letta Mbulu, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Eddi Front, Masters at Work, Easy Going, A Certain Ratio, the Human League, Magma, Todd Rundgren, Cameo, Buzzcocks, Pantaleimon, Davy DMX, Country Joe & The Fish, Barrington Levy, Pole, Lalo Schifrin, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Red Krayola, Cabaret Voltaire, Ultimate Spinach, Bush Tetras, Blossom Toes, Heavy D & The Boyz, Dawn Penn, The Gories, Banda Bassotti, Bootsy Collins, Moby Grape, Jerry's Kids, The Fuzztones, The Five Americans, David Axelrod, The Count Five, Gian Franco Pienzio, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.

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)