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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.

All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Hood, Mantronix, Kenny Larkin, Duran Duran, Minutemen, The Kinks, Roy Ayers, Joey Negro, Sarah Menescal, Surgeon, DNA, Anthony Braxton, Public Enemy, Television Personalities, Sun Ra, Glambeats Corp., Stetsasonic, Roger Hodgson, Motorama, Cameo, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Aswad, Mad Mike, Moebius, Janne Schatter, DeepChord presents Echospace, Skarface, Guru Guru, The Gladiators, Max Romeo, Lebanon Hanover, Roxette, Faust, the Soft Cell, MDC, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Dead Boys, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Lalo Schifrin, Inner City, Jeff Mills, EPMD, Black Flag, One Last Wish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Suicide, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, June Days, The Selecter, The Saints, Unrelated Segments, Camouflage, Country Teasers, Trumans Water, Fatback Band, Porter Ricks, Harmonia, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The United States of America, Television, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.

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)