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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.

All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Thompson Twins, The Sonics, Slick Rick, John Lydon, Byron Stingily, Zero Boys, Rapeman, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Sonic Youth, Prince Buster, Sällskapet, Rotary Connection, the Human League, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Dave Gahan, Electric Prunes, Flipper, The Fortunes, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), This Heat, Schoolly D, Ronan, Absolute Body Control, The Dave Clark Five, Lucky Dragons, The Shadows of Knight, The Gun Club, World's Most, Sparks, Technova, Eddi Front, The Moody Blues, LL Cool J, Magma, Whodini, Easy Going, Eric B and Rakim, Pylon, Junior Murvin, Little Man, Camouflage, Jerry Gold Smith, Angry Samoans, The Selecter, Wasted Youth, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Chrome, Subhumans, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Soulsonic Force, Donny Hathaway, X-101, Stetsasonic, Loose Ends, Con Funk Shun, Nils Olav, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Althea and Donna, Reuben Wilson, Kaleidoscope, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.

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)