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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.

All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lyres, Crime, Terrestrial Tones, L. Decosne, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lou Reed & Metallica, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Susan Cadogan, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Public Enemy, Neu!, Andrew Hill, Rod Modell, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Sonics, T. Rex, The Royal Family And The Poor, Heaven 17, The Invisible, Joensuu 1685, Soulsonic Force, Kaleidoscope, Jerry's Kids, Neil Young, ABBA, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Dave Clark Five, The Motions, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, DeepChord presents Echospace, Matthew Halsall, Amazonics, Monolake, Tommy Roe, Mo-Dettes, The Monks, The Beau Brummels, Marine Girls, Jesper Dahlbäck, Thee Headcoats, Excepter, Swell Maps, The Five Americans, Jacob Miller, Mars, Nico, The Divine Comedy, Zapp, Kerrie Biddell, D'Angelo, Schoolly D, Chris Corsano, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sarah Menescal, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Buzzcocks, Oblivians, Ajijia Myrayebe, Y Pants, James Chance & The Contortions, Joyce Sims, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.

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)