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 Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.

All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amazonics, Avey Tare, Essential Logic, Chris & Cosey, World's Most, Jesper Dahlback, Joyce Sims, Groovy Waters, Matthew Bourne, Soft Cell, Lee Hazlewood, The Cowsills, Ajijia Myrayebe, Public Enemy, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, In Retrospect, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Pretty Things, Aswad, The Fall, Funky Four + One, Yusef Lateef, Wolf Eyes, Jerry's Kids, Aaron Thompson, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Red Krayola, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Soul Sonic Force, Echo & the Bunnymen, Jeff Lynne, Crispy Ambulance, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Sight & Sound, Outsiders, Barrington Levy, The Detroit Cobras, Zapp, The Misunderstood, The Selecter, KRS-One, The Flesh Eaters, Brick, The Offenders, PIL, Magma, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, John Cale, Grey Daturas, The Names, Nik Kershaw, Fear, Anakelly, Selector Dub Narcotic, cv313, Yellowson, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.

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)