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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez 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 CMW. All the underground hits.

All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Boredoms, Lucky Dragons, Todd Rundgren, Wasted Youth, Japan, F. McDonald, Dorothy Ashby, Cabaret Voltaire, Liliput, The Slackers, the Normal, The Fortunes, Roger Hodgson, Tim Buckley, Scrapy, Nas, Godley & Creme, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Jesper Dahlbäck, Pole, Jacques Brel, Scion, Pharoah Sanders, David Bowie, Idris Muhammad, KRS-One, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, the Swans, D'Angelo, The Fall, New York Dolls, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Mission of Burma, Reuben Wilson, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Thompson Twins, Bill Near, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Saccharine Trust, Urselle, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Kerrie Biddell, Main Source, Gabor Szabo, Jeff Lynne, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Scott Walker, Rites of Spring, Andrew Hill, Howard Jones, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Icehouse, Reagan Youth, Marvin Gaye, The Busters, 48th St. Collective, Big Daddy Kane, Byron Stingily, Oneida, The Beau Brummels, Fatback Band, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.

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)