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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.

All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Mary Jane Girls, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, X-101, The Fire Engines, The Mighty Diamonds, The Star Department, Country Teasers, Ralphi Rosario, These Immortal Souls, Archie Shepp, Theoretical Girls, Fela Kuti, The Red Krayola, The Barracudas, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Panda Bear, Radiopuhelimet, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Flash Fearless, Pharoah Sanders, Brick, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Spoonie Gee, Stereo Dub, Al Stewart, Lucky Dragons, Motorama, Lalo Schifrin, John Cale, The Mojo Men, Niagra, Ultimate Spinach, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Banda Bassotti, Delon & Dalcan, Peter & Gordon, Main Source, Grandmaster Flash, Metal Thangz, Blossom Toes, Fad Gadget, The Royal Family And The Poor, Colin Newman, Anthony Braxton, Dual Sessions, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Moody Blues, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, June Days, Frankie Knuckles, D'Angelo, Simply Red, The Sonics, Basic Channel, Swell Maps, Kevin Saunderson, Icehouse, the Bar-Kays, Eric Copeland, Gong, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.

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)