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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Names to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.

All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül, cv313, Basic Channel, Shuggie Otis, Pantytec, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Bang On A Can, David Bowie, Moss Icon, Lee Hazlewood, Ludus, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Moleskins, Eric Dolphy, Colin Newman, Parry Music, Skarface, KRS-One, Brick, John Lydon, Robert Wyatt, Nik Kershaw, Whodini, Thompson Twins, Sight & Sound, Eric B and Rakim, Icehouse, Mr. Review, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Pop Group, Radio Birdman, Aloha Tigers, The Kinks, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Human League, Ultra Naté, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Jeff Lynne, Guru Guru, Sarah Menescal, Sun Ra Arkestra, Stetsasonic, Dawn Penn, Danielle Patucci, Agitation Free, Strawberry Alarm Clock, the Human League, Marmalade, Accadde A, Idris Muhammad, the Association, Donald Byrd, The Trojans, Hashim, Malaria!, Man Parrish, Faust, The Moody Blues, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Hot Snakes, Rekid, Bobby Byrd, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.

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)