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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.

All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Chocolate Watch Band, Scratch Acid, Porter Ricks, Sly & The Family Stone, Kerrie Biddell, Whodini, Hot Snakes, Janne Schatter, Freddie Wadling, Kurtis Blow, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Sonics, Pantaleimon, Anthony Braxton, Sugar Minott, The Stooges, The Raincoats, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Tomorrow, Neu!, Vainqueur, Mars, Yazoo, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Darondo, Procol Harum, the Normal, Severed Heads, Thee Headcoats, Bobby Womack, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Little Man, Barry Ungar, Circle Jerks, Bobby Sherman, UT, Crash Course in Science, The Victims, Al Stewart, KRS-One, Radiohead, Echo & the Bunnymen, DNA, Sandy B, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Crispy Ambulance, Glambeats Corp., The Fuzztones, Moby Grape, Mark Hollis, Be Bop Deluxe, Goldenarms, Country Teasers, Sam Rivers, New Order, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Henry Cow, Yusef Lateef, The Doors, The Gories, Maleditus Sound, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.

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)