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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.

All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gregory Isaacs, Wolf Eyes, Essential Logic, Gang Starr, U.S. Maple, In Retrospect, Neil Young, James Chance & The Contortions, Qualms, Chris Corsano, Lou Reed & Metallica, Anthony Braxton, Spoonie Gee, Amon Düül, Joe Finger, Angry Samoans, Jacob Miller, Lyres, The Gap Band, Bush Tetras, Newcleus, Matthew Halsall, Reuben Wilson, Loose Ends, The Kinks, Y Pants, Camberwell Now, David Axelrod, 10cc, Thee Headcoats, Siglo XX, Electric Light Orchestra, The Detroit Cobras, Eric B and Rakim, Television Personalities, Deadbeat, Arthur Verocai, Outsiders, Rotary Connection, Symarip, Byron Stingily, Stockholm Monsters, The Barracudas, Maurizio, Amon Düül II, The Trojans, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Sam Rivers, The Mojo Men, AZ, David McCallum, Pharoah Sanders, The Last Poets, Von Mondo, Vladislav Delay, Tres Demented, Public Image Ltd., Black Sheep, Ultramagnetic MC's, R.M.O., The Pretty Things, Lakeside, Sixth Finger, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.

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)