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 Oman and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.

All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Vogues, Symarip, Gabor Szabo, Ultra Naté, Sam Rivers, Fort Wilson Riot, Sex Pistols, Joy Division, Sexual Harrassment, Silicon Teens, Minor Threat, Barry Ungar, DNA, EPMD, The Monochrome Set, Skaos, Colin Newman, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Stooges, The Kinks, The Birthday Party, Qualms, Pere Ubu, Agent Orange, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Fifty Foot Hose, Grandmaster Flash, Joey Negro, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Liliput, Section 25, Ken Boothe, Cheater Slicks, New York Dolls, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Howard Jones, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Gun Club, Royal Trux, Jesper Dahlback, Rekid, Yazoo, Charles Mingus, B.T. Express, Public Image Ltd., Make Up, Girls At Our Best!, Moebius, Brand Nubian, Reagan Youth, Pet Shop Boys, MC5, Oneida, Q and Not U, Dawn Penn, Tommy Roe, Mars, Eve St. Jones, the Normal, Supertramp, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.

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)