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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Brick to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.

All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Second Layer, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Neu!, Infiniti, AZ, the Human League, Rotary Connection, Stetsasonic, John Cale, MC5, Grandmaster Flash, Reuben Wilson, Tom Boy, Pantaleimon, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Eric Dolphy, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Cal Tjader, The Selecter, Wolf Eyes, Technova, cv313, The Remains, Sound Behaviour, Tears for Fears, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Television Personalities, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Negative Approach, Oblivians, 10cc, Leonard Cohen, Glambeats Corp., Desert Stars, Con Funk Shun, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Eyeless In Gaza, Simply Red, The Fall, Funkadelic, Johnny Osbourne, The Gun Club, Little Man, Jesper Dahlback, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Guru Guru, Anthony Braxton, Smog, Angry Samoans, Arcadia, Mo-Dettes, The Smoke, The Gladiators, Metal Thangz, F. McDonald, Tim Buckley, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Bad Manners, Cheater Slicks, Alison Limerick, Donald Byrd, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.

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)