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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ultravox, Avey Tare, Scan 7, Eyeless In Gaza, Soul Sonic Force, Bobby Hutcherson, Khruangbin, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young, The Buckinghams, The Neon Judgement, Dual Sessions, Simply Red, Soulsonic Force, Mars, Girls At Our Best!, Arthur Verocai, Deakin, Alison Limerick, The Kinks, Sun Ra, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Roy Ayers, June of 44, Rod Modell, PIL, The Black Dice, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Howard Jones, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Cluster, The Monochrome Set, The New Christs, the Association, Bootsy Collins, John Holt, Urselle, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Negative Approach, Albert Ayler, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Unrelated Segments, The Moleskins, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Fuzztones, Louis and Bebe Barron, Blancmange, Basic Channel, Warsaw, CMW, Eden Ahbez, Aaron Thompson, Main Source, Yaz, Gastr Del Sol, Lightning Bolt, Kayak, Wally Richardson, Be Bop Deluxe, Josef K, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.

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)