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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 ABC to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.

All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

D'Angelo, The Cosmic Jokers, Wire, Carl Craig, Charles Mingus, One Last Wish, Roger Hodgson, Gabor Szabo, Eve St. Jones, Average White Band, Scion, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Moebius, The Count Five, Section 25, Quando Quango, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Moby Grape, cv313, Bluetip, Arab on Radar, Sixth Finger, AZ, The Alarm Clocks, Motorama, the Germs, Kerri Chandler, Ralphi Rosario, Letta Mbulu, The Leaves, Kool Moe Dee, Cymande, OOIOO, The Durutti Column, Blake Baxter, Electric Light Orchestra, The Slits, Matthew Halsall, Cecil Taylor, Echospace, Pharoah Sanders, Neil Young, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Graham Central Station, Frankie Knuckles, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Crooked Eye, KRS-One, Eden Ahbez, Fugazi, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Birthday Party, Joensuu 1685, Swell Maps, DeepChord presents Echospace, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Remains, Byron Stingily, Cybotron, Duran Duran, Stiv Bators, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.

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)