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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.

All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bill Near, Jerry Gold Smith, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Deadbeat, In Retrospect, Pantytec, The Grass Roots, Agitation Free, Gregory Isaacs, Louis and Bebe Barron, Visage, Liliput, Soft Machine, Bill Wells, Judy Mowatt, China Crisis, The Victims, Dennis Brown, MC5, Easy Going, Neu!, Basic Channel, Slave, A Flock of Seagulls, Bronski Beat, The Wake, Mad Mike, Sarah Menescal, Urselle, Jacques Brel, DJ Sneak, Yaz, Rosa Yemen, EPMD, Lightning Bolt, Neil Young, Harmonia, Angry Samoans, Rapeman, The Monks, Minutemen, Theoretical Girls, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Evens, The Durutti Column, Massinfluence, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, T.S.O.L., Jesper Dahlbäck, Ludus, Ohio Players, X-Ray Spex, Altered Images, Fifty Foot Hose, Stockholm Monsters, Cal Tjader, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Liaisons Dangereuses, Siglo XX, The Blues Magoos, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.

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)