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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.

All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Echo & the Bunnymen, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Nation of Ulysses, Moss Icon, Easy Going, the Normal, The Fire Engines, Matthew Halsall, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The J.B.'s, Grandmaster Flash, Bobbi Humphrey, The Moleskins, The Associates, The Skatalites, John Holt, The Stooges, Franke, Severed Heads, Suicide, Index, A Flock of Seagulls, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Marc Almond, Radiopuhelimet, Fort Wilson Riot, Wire, Amon Düül, Skriet, James Chance & The Contortions, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Popol Vuh, Johnny Clarke, Average White Band, The Sound, The Golliwogs, Deepchord, the Swans, Massinfluence, Flash Fearless, Sparks, Chris Corsano, Oblivians, Soft Machine, Black Pus, Ossler, These Immortal Souls, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Negative Approach, F. McDonald, KRS-One, Soulsonic Force, Kool Moe Dee, Qualms, Steve Hackett, The Misunderstood, Rod Modell, Hoover, Schoolly D, Neil Young, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, X-Ray Spex, Young Marble Giants, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.

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)