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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.

All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, Unrelated Segments, Echo & the Bunnymen, Minutemen, Talk Talk, Nils Olav, Johnny Osbourne, The United States of America, Grandmaster Flash, Symarip, Bobby Hutcherson, Lou Reed, The Real Kids, Fad Gadget, T.S.O.L., Derrick Morgan, Crime, Davy DMX, Marine Girls, Lightning Bolt, Sun Ra Arkestra, June of 44, Quadrant, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Terrestrial Tones, Joensuu 1685, Stetsasonic, X-102, Das Ding, Faust, Crash Course in Science, Sonny Sharrock, Theoretical Girls, The Doobie Brothers, John Holt, Althea and Donna, Oblivians, Toni Rubio, Hardrive, Von Mondo, Ralphi Rosario, Cecil Taylor, Laurel Aitken, The Last Poets, Alice Coltrane, Kenny Larkin, Television, Monolake, Howard Jones, Bush Tetras, Interpol, Mad Mike, Black Bananas, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Ultimate Spinach, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Tremeloes, ABC, Swell Maps, Shoche, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.

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)