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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.

All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Carl Craig, Soul Sonic Force, The Fugs, Grandmaster Flash, Hot Snakes, The Pretty Things, Jeff Lynne, Delon & Dalcan, Ash Ra Tempel, Stetsasonic, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Guru Guru, Kevin Saunderson, Alice Coltrane, The Sisters of Mercy, Cymande, Jandek, Public Image Ltd., Bluetip, Archie Shepp, The Durutti Column, Todd Rundgren, Arthur Verocai, Silicon Teens, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Inner City, Rosa Yemen, Skarface, Barbara Tucker, Flash Fearless, H. Thieme, Charles Mingus, Darondo, Electric Prunes, The Red Krayola, Main Source, It's A Beautiful Day, Marine Girls, Pylon, 10cc, Deakin, The Detroit Cobras, Dennis Brown, Sonny Sharrock, K-Klass, Ronan, Rites of Spring, Deepchord, Easy Going, Television Personalities, DNA, The Dave Clark Five, MC5, Throbbing Gristle, Sun Ra, Eric Dolphy, Josef K, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Ponytail, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.

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)