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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.

All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Make Up, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Star Department, The Residents, Donny Hathaway, Susan Cadogan, Pet Shop Boys, Gregory Isaacs, Jerry's Kids, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Soft Machine, The Royal Family And The Poor, Alphaville, Beasts of Bourbon, Skarface, Funkadelic, The Moody Blues, Nas, Black Moon, MC5, Stereo Dub, Brick, Fort Wilson Riot, Harmonia, Hoover, The Modern Lovers, Prince Buster, Masters at Work, The Gladiators, Newcleus, Judy Mowatt, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Lalo Schifrin, the Association, Iggy Pop, Louis and Bebe Barron, Patti Smith, Cal Tjader, Barbara Tucker, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Lightning Bolt, Rites of Spring, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Bill Wells, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Gang Gang Dance, Bobby Sherman, Suicide, Silicon Teens, Sun City Girls, Camberwell Now, ABC, Kas Product, David Axelrod, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Flesh Eaters, Sugar Minott, Brothers Johnson, The Names, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Slackers, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.

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)