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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.

All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, Sonny Sharrock, The Vogues, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Doobie Brothers, Pet Shop Boys, Prince Buster, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Mojo Men, Michelle Simonal, Public Image Ltd., Fugazi, The New Christs, Rapeman, Angry Samoans, Blancmange, Junior Murvin, Erykah Badu, Flamin' Groovies, Ultimate Spinach, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Marshall Jefferson, Little Man, Ultramagnetic MC's, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Reuben Wilson, Funky Four + One, Q65, Surgeon, Moss Icon, Aaron Thompson, DJ Style, The Divine Comedy, Bang On A Can, Eric B and Rakim, Groovy Waters, Erasure, Television Personalities, This Heat, the Association, Gastr Del Sol, Babytalk, The Busters, Second Layer, ABBA, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, T.S.O.L., John Lydon, Soul II Soul, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Nas, John Foxx, Scrapy, Tom Boy, The Five Americans, The Monochrome Set, Josef K, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Harmonia, Deakin, Lou Christie, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.

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)