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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.

All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arab on Radar, The Fugs, Bush Tetras, Archie Shepp, Hoover, Joensuu 1685, Electric Light Orchestra, Lungfish, the Swans, The Slackers, Agent Orange, Motorama, Gastr Del Sol, The Mighty Diamonds, Pharoah Sanders, Man Eating Sloth, the Normal, Neil Young, Lou Reed & Metallica, Fat Boys, Anthony Braxton, EPMD, the Bar-Kays, cv313, Von Mondo, Althea and Donna, Youth Brigade, Gerry Rafferty, Rakim, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Boredoms, Boogie Down Productions, JFA, Leonard Cohen, Marshall Jefferson, Sister Nancy, Echospace, The Detroit Cobras, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Blues Magoos, U.S. Maple, The Cramps, Liliput, LL Cool J, Con Funk Shun, Peter and Kerry, Crispy Ambulance, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Monochrome Set, London Community Gospel Choir, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Moody Blues, Blancmange, Soft Machine, The Five Americans, Ossler, Barry Ungar, The Gun Club, The United States of America, Sight & Sound, Sound Behaviour, June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.

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)