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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.

All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Arab on Radar, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Flipper, The Count Five, The Mighty Diamonds, Rakim, Nico, Icehouse, Metal Thangz, Harry Pussy, Kas Product, Fad Gadget, K-Klass, Infiniti, Wolf Eyes, Freddie Wadling, The Flesh Eaters, Harmonia, Deakin, Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, Glambeats Corp., Neil Young, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Blackbyrds, JFA, Absolute Body Control, James White and The Blacks, Grauzone, The Doors, Archie Shepp, AZ, 10cc, Johnny Osbourne, Man Eating Sloth, Warren Ellis, Au Pairs, Rod Modell, Gerry Rafferty, Nirvana, Andrew Hill, The Young Rascals, Derrick Morgan, the Fania All-Stars, The Sound, Lonnie Liston Smith, Bauhaus, Crash Course in Science, Throbbing Gristle, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Kerri Chandler, Cecil Taylor, Cluster, Byron Stingily, Alice Coltrane, Magma, The Monochrome Set, The Alarm Clocks, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, the Sonics, The Seeds, Camberwell Now, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.

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)