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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.

All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sixth Finger, Sun City Girls, Skarface, Amazonics, Sam Rivers, Todd Terry, Livin' Joy, Magma, Roy Ayers, Suicide, Heavy D & The Boyz, Letta Mbulu, Ossler, Funkadelic, Shuggie Otis, Jeru the Damaja, Lightning Bolt, Depeche Mode, FM Einheit, One Last Wish, Quantec, Second Layer, Jerry's Kids, Ludus, Silicon Teens, Bootsy Collins, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Godley & Creme, Essential Logic, Ituana, Joy Division, Howard Jones, DNA, cv313, Popol Vuh, Goldenarms, OOIOO, Sight & Sound, Iggy Pop, June of 44, Niagra, The Standells, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Yazoo, Sandy B, Todd Rundgren, The Smoke, The Martian, Jacob Miller, Toni Rubio, The Pretty Things, Public Image Ltd., A Certain Ratio, Lebanon Hanover, A Flock of Seagulls, Marcia Griffiths, Soul Sonic Force, Anakelly, Albert Ayler, Bad Manners, Crooked Eye, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.

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)