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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.

All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Oneida, Fort Wilson Riot, Symarip, Pere Ubu, Alison Limerick, Lou Christie, Rites of Spring, Josef K, 10cc, The Dave Clark Five, Lakeside, Japan, JFA, Amon Düül, Jandek, Derrick May, Bill Near, Isaac Hayes, Mr. Review, The Blues Magoos, Interpol, Ice-T, Dave Gahan, Eric Copeland, Motorama, Man Parrish, The United States of America, CMW, Scrapy, The Leaves, David Bowie, Outsiders, Neil Young, Slick Rick, Pantytec, Echospace, Sly & The Family Stone, MDC, The Sisters of Mercy, Basic Channel, Cluster, Surgeon, Rakim, E-Dancer, Unrelated Segments, Funkadelic, The Blackbyrds, the Germs, X-Ray Spex, Lower 48, EPMD, Monks, Leonard Cohen, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Morten Harket, Beasts of Bourbon, Lebanon Hanover, The Chocolate Watch Band, Q65, Flamin' Groovies, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.

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)