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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.

All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gastr Del Sol, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Wasted Youth, Eli Mardock, Q and Not U, the Fania All-Stars, The Walker Brothers, Inner City, Stiv Bators, the Sonics, These Immortal Souls, Blake Baxter, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Stereo Dub, Lou Reed & Metallica, It's A Beautiful Day, Kayak, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Magma, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Y Pants, Kaleidoscope, Radiohead, The Names, Arab on Radar, Massinfluence, Theoretical Girls, Wolf Eyes, Patti Smith, A Flock of Seagulls, Mandrill, Bob Dylan, Thompson Twins, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Connie Case, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dark Day, Rites of Spring, The Evens, OOIOO, Stockholm Monsters, The Fugs, The Vogues, The Chocolate Watch Band, Kevin Saunderson, Jerry Gold Smith, Fatback Band, The Electric Prunes, Aural Exciters, Amon Düül II, Warsaw, Nas, Little Man, James Chance & The Contortions, Ultimate Spinach, Anthony Braxton, Lyres, Deakin, Judy Mowatt, Sun Ra Arkestra, Harmonia, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.

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)