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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.

All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Wolf Eyes, Average White Band, Radio Birdman, The United States of America, Avey Tare, Traffic Nightmare, A Certain Ratio, Oppenheimer Analysis, Schoolly D, T. Rex, Spoonie Gee, Donald Byrd, Lalo Schifrin, Easy Going, Q and Not U, Jerry's Kids, Soul II Soul, PIL, Fat Boys, Roy Ayers, Quadrant, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Letta Mbulu, Chris Corsano, Wasted Youth, Toni Rubio, Alton Ellis, Danielle Patucci, Josef K, Isaac Hayes, Blake Baxter, Harpers Bizarre, June of 44, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Kas Product, The Blackbyrds, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Anakelly, The Smiths, Oneida, F. McDonald, Yazoo, Massinfluence, Aloha Tigers, Faust, the Normal, In Retrospect, Marine Girls, The Mummies, Rites of Spring, Model 500, Minutemen, Connie Case, Lindisfarne, Mars, Scan 7, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.

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)