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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.

All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Fall, Jesper Dahlbäck, Bobby Sherman, Girls At Our Best!, Dual Sessions, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sex Pistols, The Standells, Chris & Cosey, The Toasters, D'Angelo, Kas Product, Scott Walker, The American Breed, Sam Rivers, The United States of America, Nik Kershaw, Sällskapet, Albert Ayler, Easy Going, Country Teasers, Ultravox, Wings, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, OOIOO, Black Sheep, Iggy Pop, Avey Tare, Jeff Mills, Reagan Youth, The Blues Magoos, Matthew Bourne, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Doobie Brothers, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Man Parrish, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Raincoats, DJ Style, Slave, The Moody Blues, Robert Wyatt, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Theoretical Girls, Anakelly, Barry Ungar, Tears for Fears, Rapeman, The Grass Roots, Babytalk, Grey Daturas, Patti Smith, John Cale, Eric B and Rakim, Stetsasonic, The Royal Family And The Poor, U.S. Maple, JFA, Q65, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.

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)