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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.

All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roxy Music, Cal Tjader, Barclay James Harvest, LL Cool J, Pantytec, the Slits, Jerry's Kids, the Bar-Kays, Roxette, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Graham Central Station, Circle Jerks, Inner City, Television, Mo-Dettes, Deakin, The Happenings, Bobby Womack, K-Klass, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Basic Channel, Quadrant, Lonnie Liston Smith, Archie Shepp, Pussy Galore, Stockholm Monsters, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Idris Muhammad, Electric Prunes, Delon & Dalcan, Sunsets and Hearts, Soul II Soul, The New Christs, Pere Ubu, The Black Dice, E-Dancer, Ash Ra Tempel, Ornette Coleman, Sparks, Gil Scott Heron, Hardrive, Lee Hazlewood, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Vogues, Aloha Tigers, The Mighty Diamonds, Iggy Pop, Tubeway Army, Wire, Q and Not U, Subhumans, The Men They Couldn't Hang, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Joyce Sims, Public Image Ltd., Swans, Gong, The Gories, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.

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)