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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.

All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Young Rascals, Jandek, Robert Wyatt, Flamin' Groovies, Little Man, Sister Nancy, Echospace, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Royal Trux, Newcleus, Hasil Adkins, Essential Logic, Roxette, London Community Gospel Choir, Kurtis Blow, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Frankie Knuckles, Moby Grape, The Cosmic Jokers, D'Angelo, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Chocolate Watch Band, OOIOO, Sandy B, 10cc, Idris Muhammad, Liaisons Dangereuses, Half Japanese, the Germs, X-101, AZ, Absolute Body Control, The Velvet Underground, Rites of Spring, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Barry Ungar, Hoover, Bobby Womack, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Detroit Cobras, Animal Collective, Fugazi, La Düsseldorf, Outsiders, Be Bop Deluxe, Fluxion, ABBA, Symarip, Organ, Eve St. Jones, New Age Steppers, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Zapp, Janne Schatter, The Move, Quadrant, Archie Shepp, the Soft Cell, Suicide, The Sisters of Mercy, Maurizio, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.

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)