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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.

All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.

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

Warren Ellis, The Neon Judgement, Das Ding, Al Stewart, Nas, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Quando Quango, Ralphi Rosario, Aaron Thompson, A Certain Ratio, Arcadia, The Cramps, Neil Young, Maleditus Sound, Wolf Eyes, Marvin Gaye, Tom Boy, Echo & the Bunnymen, Wally Richardson, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Sister Nancy, The Music Machine, Arthur Verocai, Lee Hazlewood, New Order, Susan Cadogan, Animal Collective, Charles Mingus, Max Romeo, Harpers Bizarre, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Fifty Foot Hose, The Misunderstood, Gichy Dan, Barbara Tucker, CMW, The Durutti Column, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Residents, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Don Cherry, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Echospace, Scrapy, Eric B and Rakim, Terry Callier, Camberwell Now, Black Sheep, MC5, Negative Approach, Donny Hathaway, Derrick Morgan, Darondo, Camouflage, Blossom Toes, Public Enemy, Cecil Taylor, 10cc, Curtis Mayfield, The Kinks, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.

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)