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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.

All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, The Cramps, Cecil Taylor, Black Flag, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Fugs, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Stooges, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Pulsallama, Bill Wells, Bootsy Collins, Shoche, Mars, Fort Wilson Riot, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Yellowson, Kenny Larkin, Anakelly, Interpol, A Certain Ratio, Man Parrish, Man Eating Sloth, The Flesh Eaters, X-101, Eddi Front, The Standells, Electric Light Orchestra, The Leaves, Marine Girls, Stockholm Monsters, A Flock of Seagulls, Circle Jerks, Be Bop Deluxe, Terrestrial Tones, Dark Day, Aswad, T.S.O.L., the Bar-Kays, Amon Düül II, Gabor Szabo, Nico, Organ, Smog, The Doobie Brothers, Malaria!, Ponytail, E-Dancer, Mo-Dettes, Aaron Thompson, Selector Dub Narcotic, Marmalade, Morten Harket, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Can, Symarip, Janne Schatter, Lebanon Hanover, Graham Central Station, Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..

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)