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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.

All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

DeepChord presents Echospace, John Holt, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Aswad, Cheater Slicks, Amon Düül II, Carl Craig, Boogie Down Productions, Eli Mardock, Theoretical Girls, Television Personalities, Kenny Larkin, Jawbox, Malaria!, Los Fastidios, The Litter, Minor Threat, The Grass Roots, Ossler, Radiohead, Gang Starr, Massinfluence, Thee Headcoats, The Blues Magoos, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Tubeway Army, PIL, Glenn Branca, The Cowsills, Icehouse, Sam Rivers, Lou Reed & Metallica, Nation of Ulysses, Gichy Dan, The Skatalites, The New Christs, Mission of Burma, Clear Light, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Public Enemy, Underground Resistance, The Dirtbombs, Tommy Roe, The Young Rascals, Laurel Aitken, Fatback Band, Soul Sonic Force, Y Pants, June of 44, Henry Cow, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Lou Christie, Excepter, Larry & the Blue Notes, Lower 48, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Hardrive, Pharoah Sanders, The Shadows of Knight, The Gap Band, Swans, Sister Nancy, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.

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)