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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Normal, Boogie Down Productions, Hoover, Yellowson, Procol Harum, DeepChord presents Echospace, James White and The Blacks, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Unwound, Pylon, Dual Sessions, Ludus, Jesper Dahlbäck, Infiniti, Rapeman, Smog, Bad Manners, Aloha Tigers, Niagra, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jandek, The Dead C, Khruangbin, The Busters, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Searchers, Roger Hodgson, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Dave Clark Five, The Fortunes, Altered Images, Nation of Ulysses, Charles Mingus, Marc Almond, The Buckinghams, Shuggie Otis, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Talk Talk, Aaron Thompson, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The American Breed, Siglo XX, Urselle, Boz Scaggs, Lou Reed, Deadbeat, Liliput, The Barracudas, Bobby Hutcherson, The Cure, Wolf Eyes, Black Flag, Lalo Schifrin, Rotary Connection, Terry Callier, The Knickerbockers, EPMD, Radiohead, Crime, Negative Approach, Pantaleimon, Crooked Eye, Gian Franco Pienzio, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.

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)