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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.

All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bang On A Can, Michelle Simonal, Lightning Bolt, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Kaleidoscope, Eurythmics, Graham Central Station, Joensuu 1685, The Modern Lovers, Lalann, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Ice-T, Charles Mingus, Scan 7, Qualms, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Bobby Womack, The Count Five, U.S. Maple, Metal Thangz, The Five Americans, Oneida, Skarface, James Chance & The Contortions, Ludus, The Fugs, Soft Machine, Animal Collective, Mad Mike, Schoolly D, The Chocolate Watch Band, Quadrant, Throbbing Gristle, Jeru the Damaja, Bush Tetras, Rufus Thomas, Sonic Youth, Rhythim Is Rhythim, A Certain Ratio, Hasil Adkins, Archie Shepp, Derrick May, The Associates, The Evens, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Offenders, Tubeway Army, Pharoah Sanders, Marcia Griffiths, the Normal, Interpol, Bad Manners, The Cramps, Minnie Riperton, Donny Hathaway, Public Enemy, The Smiths, T.S.O.L., Chrome, Smog, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.

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)