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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.

All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Anthony Braxton, Mad Mike, James Chance & The Contortions, Howard Jones, The Smoke, the Normal, Zero Boys, Sonic Youth, Country Teasers, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Chris Corsano, The Busters, Graham Central Station, Urselle, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Crooked Eye, cv313, Mary Jane Girls, New Age Steppers, Sam Rivers, The Move, The Monochrome Set, Chrome, Infiniti, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Magazine, Oneida, Soulsonic Force, Organ, Amon Düül, Bootsy Collins, Sandy B, Pharoah Sanders, The Residents, Cameo, Janne Schatter, Brand Nubian, Amon Düül II, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lower 48, Adolescents, Ossler, Kenny Larkin, Freddie Wadling, Fat Boys, The United States of America, Jeff Lynne, Mandrill, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Nation of Ulysses, Lindisfarne, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Aural Exciters, Lee Hazlewood, Dorothy Ashby, Ponytail, Rekid, Mars, The Saints, Roxy Music, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.

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)