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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.

All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Brand Nubian, Gichy Dan, Black Sheep, Das Ding, Cabaret Voltaire, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, X-Ray Spex, 8 Eyed Spy, Au Pairs, Derrick May, Eden Ahbez, China Crisis, Bobby Hutcherson, Wings, ABC, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Crash Course in Science, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Masters at Work, The Martian, Kayak, Marc Almond, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Brass Construction, Los Fastidios, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Ituana, John Cale, Lonnie Liston Smith, Magma, These Immortal Souls, Warsaw, Mad Mike, Nik Kershaw, Audionom, Easy Going, Isaac Hayes, Colin Newman, The Dead C, Sonic Youth, Fela Kuti, Beasts of Bourbon, It's A Beautiful Day, H. Thieme, Derrick Morgan, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Black Pus, John Lydon, John Foxx, Fear, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Groovy Waters, One Last Wish, Flipper, Royal Trux, Livin' Joy, Pulsallama, Crispy Ambulance, Chris Corsano, Carl Craig, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.

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)