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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.

All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sight & Sound, Icehouse, Gastr Del Sol, Electric Prunes, The Index, Roy Ayers, Desert Stars, Skriet, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Larry & the Blue Notes, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Junior Murvin, Fluxion, Country Teasers, Lower 48, Country Joe & The Fish, Moebius, Absolute Body Control, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Barracudas, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Dawn Penn, Marmalade, Hot Snakes, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Modern Lovers, Lucky Dragons, Selector Dub Narcotic, Urselle, Jerry's Kids, Terrestrial Tones, Erasure, Second Layer, Soul Sonic Force, Mission of Burma, MC5, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Music Machine, CMW, Dead Boys, Flipper, Echospace, The Residents, This Heat, Whodini, Au Pairs, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Crime, Aaron Thompson, Swell Maps, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Quantec, Qualms, Erykah Badu, Parry Music, Quando Quango, Carl Craig, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.

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)