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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.

All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

James Chance & The Contortions, Country Teasers, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Skaos, Arab on Radar, Heaven 17, The Angels of Light, Swell Maps, The J.B.'s, Sarah Menescal, Rhythm & Sound, These Immortal Souls, Howard Jones, The Pretty Things, Gil Scott Heron, Bobbi Humphrey, Model 500, Symarip, Suicide, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Gichy Dan, Ossler, Joy Division, Suburban Knight, Soul Sonic Force, Prince Buster, Bill Near, Tim Buckley, Jerry's Kids, Ponytail, Fugazi, Skriet, Chrome, Nirvana, Fad Gadget, Urselle, Electric Light Orchestra, The Men They Couldn't Hang, K-Klass, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Josef K, Black Sheep, Nas, Girls At Our Best!, Flash Fearless, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Lou Reed & Metallica, Radiopuhelimet, Jandek, Mo-Dettes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Agent Orange, China Crisis, Television Personalities, The Alarm Clocks, Joyce Sims, Adolescents, the Swans, Vladislav Delay, Bobby Womack, Peter & Gordon, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.

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)