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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.

All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Iggy Pop, Dual Sessions, The Beau Brummels, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Vladislav Delay, Arab on Radar, It's A Beautiful Day, The Leaves, Royal Trux, Ronan, Bizarre Inc., Ken Boothe, China Crisis, Thompson Twins, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Joe Finger, Todd Rundgren, Junior Murvin, The Real Kids, Lucky Dragons, Godley & Creme, Radiohead, Zero Boys, Skaos, Los Fastidios, Matthew Halsall, Man Eating Sloth, Agent Orange, The Electric Prunes, The Motions, Be Bop Deluxe, Anthony Braxton, Electric Light Orchestra, Thee Headcoats, Aural Exciters, Lyres, Bobby Sherman, The Trojans, Second Layer, Animal Collective, Parry Music, Joensuu 1685, H. Thieme, Danielle Patucci, Bill Near, Crispian St. Peters, Pylon, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Peter and Kerry, Swell Maps, The Victims, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Dennis Brown, Donny Hathaway, Gichy Dan, The Standells, Joe Smooth, Mars, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Golliwogs, Drive Like Jehu, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.

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)