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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 CMW to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.

All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

kango's stein massive, Toni Rubio, Yaz, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Crooked Eye, Terrestrial Tones, Crime, Freddie Wadling, Agitation Free, The Names, CMW, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Lee Hazlewood, David Axelrod, Echospace, The Doobie Brothers, Man Eating Sloth, Audionom, Girls At Our Best!, The Young Rascals, Derrick Morgan, Deepchord, Jeff Lynne, Stereo Dub, Bush Tetras, Gang Starr, The Seeds, Dave Gahan, Barrington Levy, Crash Course in Science, Ronnie Foster, Rosa Yemen, Mr. Review, Sister Nancy, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Invisible, Ultra Naté, Q65, Crispian St. Peters, Curtis Mayfield, Eric Copeland, the Human League, The Gun Club, Jeru the Damaja, This Heat, Roger Hodgson, Gerry Rafferty, Skriet, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Ten City, Warren Ellis, The Cosmic Jokers, Index, the Sonics, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, James White and The Blacks, Youth Brigade, Marc Almond, Niagra, The Pop Group, Be Bop Deluxe, Suicide, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.

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)