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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.

All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Grass Roots, Buzzcocks, Animal Collective, Lalo Schifrin, Eddi Front, Kenny Larkin, Toni Rubio, Khruangbin, Symarip, Con Funk Shun, a-ha, Lucky Dragons, Roxy Music, Cabaret Voltaire, Terrestrial Tones, Lakeside, The Real Kids, Organ, The Chocolate Watch Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Nick Fraelich, Lou Reed & John Cale, Althea and Donna, Sonny Sharrock, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Agent Orange, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, 10cc, Half Japanese, Gang of Four, Wings, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Walker Brothers, Anakelly, JFA, Selector Dub Narcotic, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Inner City, Rhythim Is Rhythim, T.S.O.L., The Vogues, Pharoah Sanders, Sun Ra, Crime, Angry Samoans, Roxette, Marvin Gaye, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Misunderstood, The Trojans, The Cosmic Jokers, John Coltrane, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Eric B and Rakim, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Agitation Free, The Associates, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Beau Brummels, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.

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)