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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.

All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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 The Cowsills record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Minny Pops, The United States of America, Spoonie Gee, The Residents, Camberwell Now, Curtis Mayfield, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Albert Ayler, Chris Corsano, The Pop Group, Radio Birdman, Scott Walker, Easy Going, Electric Light Orchestra, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Average White Band, The Beau Brummels, Minnie Riperton, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Walker Brothers, Sonic Youth, Section 25, the Sonics, Ronnie Foster, Television, Sly & The Family Stone, Franke, La Düsseldorf, The Cure, Peter & Gordon, Jandek, Throbbing Gristle, Drexciya, The Cramps, Kerri Chandler, Fort Wilson Riot, The Monochrome Set, Visage, Funky Four + One, Animal Collective, The Barracudas, Hot Snakes, The Count Five, The Black Dice, The Dead C, Skaos, Charles Mingus, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Cameo, Don Cherry, Roxy Music, The Sound, Simply Red, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Y Pants, David Bowie, Hardrive, Chris & Cosey, Bizarre Inc., Stiv Bators, Ultimate Spinach, UT, UT, UT, UT.

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)