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 Benin and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.

All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Golliwogs, Absolute Body Control, Scrapy, Masters at Work, KRS-One, Liliput, Moss Icon, The Birthday Party, The Evens, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, DJ Style, MC5, Scott Walker, Pantaleimon, Mary Jane Girls, Cybotron, Neu!, Ronan, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sonny Sharrock, Kerri Chandler, Robert Hood, James White and The Blacks, Morten Harket, Tears for Fears, The Young Rascals, Nils Olav, The Vogues, Bobby Sherman, Roger Hodgson, Delta 5, The Motions, The Victims, Girls At Our Best!, The Move, ABBA, Livin' Joy, Bang On A Can, The Stooges, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Country Teasers, Lou Reed & Metallica, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Nas, Rekid, Black Moon, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Funky Four + One, Ultimate Spinach, Dave Gahan, Gabor Szabo, Gil Scott Heron, Isaac Hayes, Big Daddy Kane, Aural Exciters, L. Decosne, PIL, Slick Rick, Jimmy McGriff, Reuben Wilson, Visage, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.

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)