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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.

All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Fania All-Stars, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Youth Brigade, The Motions, Banda Bassotti, Man Parrish, Gregory Isaacs, a-ha, Bad Manners, Kerri Chandler, Absolute Body Control, DJ Style, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Skaos, Crime, Ponytail, Lindisfarne, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Jesper Dahlbäck, Crispy Ambulance, 8 Eyed Spy, Lee Hazlewood, Letta Mbulu, Cymande, Marvin Gaye, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Fugs, David McCallum, Rites of Spring, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sparks, Deakin, Zapp, Basic Channel, Adolescents, The Velvet Underground, Fugazi, Jandek, Minnie Riperton, Kurtis Blow, Ultimate Spinach, Iggy Pop, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Inner City, U.S. Maple, Robert Wyatt, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Oblivians, The Skatalites, Monks, Howard Jones, E-Dancer, Boogie Down Productions, Khruangbin, Soulsonic Force, The Associates, Loose Ends, Leonard Cohen, Barclay James Harvest, Guru Guru, Lalann, Young Marble Giants, Johnny Clarke, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.

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)