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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.

All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Fort Wilson Riot, Heaven 17, The Young Rascals, The Sisters of Mercy, These Immortal Souls, Morten Harket, Average White Band, Minny Pops, Jeff Mills, Robert Görl, The Smoke, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Crispian St. Peters, Quantec, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Flipper, Nas, Black Flag, In Retrospect, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The United States of America, Bobby Byrd, Dorothy Ashby, Big Daddy Kane, Tom Boy, A Certain Ratio, Fat Boys, Michelle Simonal, Shuggie Otis, Alice Coltrane, Beasts of Bourbon, Yaz, Sun Ra, Groovy Waters, Ice-T, Prince Buster, Ronnie Foster, Anthony Braxton, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Sällskapet, T.S.O.L., Y Pants, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Surgeon, Girls At Our Best!, Eric Dolphy, Glenn Branca, T. Rex, The Birthday Party, Half Japanese, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Wings, DeepChord presents Echospace, Wire, Theoretical Girls, Lucky Dragons, Roxy Music, June Days, Faust, Ash Ra Tempel, Section 25, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.

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)