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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.

All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sällskapet, Josef K, Minutemen, Underground Resistance, Traffic Nightmare, Eve St. Jones, Jesper Dahlback, Shuggie Otis, Peter and Kerry, Fad Gadget, The Knickerbockers, Soul II Soul, Pylon, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Dorothy Ashby, Accadde A, Basic Channel, Symarip, Kevin Saunderson, Hashim, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Joey Negro, Soul Sonic Force, Isaac Hayes, Fort Wilson Riot, Ice-T, The Dead C, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Techniques, Heaven 17, The Fire Engines, The Last Poets, The Electric Prunes, Altered Images, Zapp, Tim Buckley, Andrew Hill, Scott Walker, Main Source, In Retrospect, Nirvana, Schoolly D, Von Mondo, Easy Going, Suicide, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Darondo, Ten City, Robert Görl, Amazonics, Lebanon Hanover, Maurizio, The Index, Clear Light, Technova, Infiniti, Television Personalities, Mantronix, Q and Not U, Das Ding, Idris Muhammad, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)