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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.

All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Minor Threat, Television Personalities, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Echo & the Bunnymen, Lightning Bolt, Brand Nubian, Kaleidoscope, the Bar-Kays, 48th St. Collective, Aaron Thompson, The Raincoats, June of 44, Avey Tare, Joe Smooth, Adolescents, Gang of Four, Prince Buster, Zapp, Roy Ayers, Harmonia, Mary Jane Girls, Rufus Thomas, CMW, A Flock of Seagulls, Depeche Mode, Todd Rundgren, Ornette Coleman, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Beasts of Bourbon, Magma, Pagans, Fela Kuti, Soulsonic Force, Freddie Wadling, U.S. Maple, Mandrill, Vainqueur, Tears for Fears, Jerry's Kids, Lindisfarne, Sight & Sound, Royal Trux, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Theoretical Girls, Jesper Dahlbäck, Flamin' Groovies, Mo-Dettes, Hoover, Gerry Rafferty, Radiohead, Arab on Radar, The Last Poets, Urselle, Alton Ellis, Sunsets and Hearts, Ultravox, Scrapy, Aswad, Maleditus Sound, The Buckinghams, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)