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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.

All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Rod Modell, Terrestrial Tones, World's Most, Malaria!, Thee Headcoats, Joyce Sims, Ultravox, Das Ding, Eve St. Jones, Terry Callier, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Bizarre Inc., Jimmy McGriff, Sad Lovers and Giants, Colin Newman, the Swans, Black Moon, Brick, Lungfish, Ludus, Animal Collective, Television Personalities, Nils Olav, Todd Rundgren, Eurythmics, Jandek, Khruangbin, Index, It's A Beautiful Day, Crash Course in Science, Cabaret Voltaire, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Techniques, kango's stein massive, Judy Mowatt, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Metal Thangz, Flipper, Reagan Youth, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Rapeman, Alice Coltrane, Quadrant, Suicide, Anakelly, Sunsets and Hearts, The Alarm Clocks, Curtis Mayfield, Spoonie Gee, John Lydon, DNA, Skriet, Unwound, The Velvet Underground, Kings Of Tomorrow, Schoolly D, DeepChord presents Echospace, Donald Byrd, Faraquet, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.

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)