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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.

All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Danielle Patucci, Alice Coltrane, Curtis Mayfield, Radio Birdman, Swans, The Misunderstood, Man Eating Sloth, Aaron Thompson, Popol Vuh, Scrapy, Joy Division, Todd Terry, The Mummies, Grey Daturas, The Remains, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Marcia Griffiths, Zapp, Marc Almond, Jandek, Drexciya, Youth Brigade, Erykah Badu, Frankie Knuckles, Alton Ellis, Icehouse, The Durutti Column, Hot Snakes, One Last Wish, Tomorrow, Model 500, Goldenarms, Jimmy McGriff, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Tres Demented, Jacques Brel, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Larry & the Blue Notes, D'Angelo, Funkadelic, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lou Christie, Ronnie Foster, Andrew Hill, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Newcleus, Stockholm Monsters, Pere Ubu, Rotary Connection, Infiniti, The Last Poets, Ken Boothe, Pussy Galore, Derrick Morgan, Dark Day, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Glambeats Corp., Absolute Body Control, Junior Murvin, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Amon Düül II, Jeru the Damaja, LL Cool J, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.

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)