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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.

All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Infiniti, The Jesus and Mary Chain, ABC, Flash Fearless, Jesper Dahlbäck, Freddie Wadling, Tres Demented, E-Dancer, Alton Ellis, Trumans Water, Patti Smith, The Kinks, Toni Rubio, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Quando Quango, Thee Headcoats, The Saints, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Black Moon, Arab on Radar, The Doors, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Fifty Foot Hose, 8 Eyed Spy, Pharoah Sanders, Sun Ra, Hot Snakes, The Neon Judgement, Maleditus Sound, Masters at Work, Tim Buckley, Lou Reed & Metallica, Throbbing Gristle, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Juan Atkins, Marvin Gaye, Mad Mike, The Real Kids, Skriet, Dual Sessions, Sad Lovers and Giants, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Darondo, Deadbeat, Ohio Players, Circle Jerks, Sugar Minott, Camberwell Now, Radio Birdman, the Fania All-Stars, The Sonics, Cal Tjader, Judy Mowatt, Alison Limerick, Das Ding, Neu!, Leonard Cohen, Ten City, Clear Light, Negative Approach, Popol Vuh, The Gap Band, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.

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)