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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.

All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Frankie Knuckles, Jimmy McGriff, Faraquet, Motorama, The Dead C, Camouflage, The Blackbyrds, Ohio Players, Yaz, Kevin Saunderson, Delta 5, A Certain Ratio, Buzzcocks, Wings, Adolescents, Arab on Radar, Letta Mbulu, Unrelated Segments, The Black Dice, The Tremeloes, The Invisible, Zero Boys, Moebius, Juan Atkins, Derrick May, a-ha, The Techniques, The Flesh Eaters, Amon Düül, Terrestrial Tones, Fela Kuti, Grandmaster Flash, Public Image Ltd., Technova, OOIOO, Bizarre Inc., The Litter, 8 Eyed Spy, Lebanon Hanover, Black Moon, Bobby Byrd, Agent Orange, Funky Four + One, Lungfish, Franke, Bronski Beat, Boogie Down Productions, Massinfluence, Carl Craig, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Throbbing Gristle, Traffic Nightmare, Eddi Front, The Human League, The Kinks, Intrusion, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Searchers, Kerri Chandler, Fluxion, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.

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)