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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.

All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Donald Byrd, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Letta Mbulu, cv313, The Golliwogs, Echo & the Bunnymen, Glambeats Corp., Funky Four + One, Soulsonic Force, Banda Bassotti, Mission of Burma, Little Man, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Crash Course in Science, The Black Dice, Mark Hollis, Pantaleimon, Marcia Griffiths, Thee Headcoats, Nick Fraelich, Clear Light, Organ, Buzzcocks, Eyeless In Gaza, The J.B.'s, Minnie Riperton, Jeru the Damaja, Skriet, Louis and Bebe Barron, Kas Product, Hot Snakes, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Ten City, Robert Hood, Davy DMX, Amazonics, Cheater Slicks, Ash Ra Tempel, Sound Behaviour, Eric B and Rakim, The Slits, Dark Day, Von Mondo, B.T. Express, Nik Kershaw, Howard Jones, Quadrant, Kurtis Blow, DeepChord presents Echospace, Camouflage, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Delta 5, Aloha Tigers, R.M.O., U.S. Maple, Bobby Sherman, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Human League, D'Angelo, L. Decosne, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.

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)