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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.

All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kaleidoscope, Archie Shepp, Soul II Soul, Gang Starr, Johnny Osbourne, Schoolly D, EPMD, Average White Band, Loose Ends, Section 25, Lakeside, Be Bop Deluxe, Main Source, Kayak, Gang Green, Jeru the Damaja, Sandy B, Marshall Jefferson, Siglo XX, The Names, Idris Muhammad, Procol Harum, Hasil Adkins, Kurtis Blow, Newcleus, James Chance & The Contortions, Black Flag, Half Japanese, The Gun Club, Make Up, The Five Americans, Blossom Toes, Liaisons Dangereuses, FM Einheit, Chris & Cosey, The Slackers, Public Image Ltd., Von Mondo, The Velvet Underground, David McCallum, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Skaos, Maurizio, Aural Exciters, Prince Buster, 48th St. Collective, Little Man, Basic Channel, Crispy Ambulance, Wasted Youth, Camouflage, The Birthday Party, Kevin Saunderson, Todd Terry, Skriet, Byron Stingily, the Human League, Whodini, ABBA, the Bar-Kays, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Nirvana, Chrome, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.

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)