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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.

All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lyres, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Rotary Connection, The Happenings, Joey Negro, Duran Duran, The Tremeloes, Joe Finger, Selector Dub Narcotic, Ralphi Rosario, Main Source, The Birthday Party, New Age Steppers, Average White Band, Kas Product, Joe Smooth, The Fall, Bobby Hutcherson, DJ Style, Excepter, The Chocolate Watch Band, Stereo Dub, The Mighty Diamonds, Con Funk Shun, Fugazi, Organ, Public Enemy, Morten Harket, Brand Nubian, Gang Green, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Alison Limerick, Cal Tjader, Larry & the Blue Notes, Rakim, This Heat, Nik Kershaw, The Names, Pulsallama, Judy Mowatt, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Dawn Penn, Nils Olav, Marshall Jefferson, Trumans Water, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Los Fastidios, Sound Behaviour, the Fania All-Stars, Pussy Galore, Steve Hackett, Lonnie Liston Smith, Susan Cadogan, Peter and Kerry, Girls At Our Best!, The Gun Club, Amon Düül II, The Fugs, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.

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)