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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.

All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Dual Sessions, Ken Boothe, Kurtis Blow, The Offenders, Lucky Dragons, The Cramps, Slave, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Black Dice, Duran Duran, Harmonia, L. Decosne, John Cale, Peter and Kerry, Frankie Knuckles, Jandek, Theoretical Girls, David Axelrod, The Fuzztones, Neil Young, Davy DMX, D'Angelo, Dark Day, Eric B and Rakim, Sun City Girls, Sam Rivers, Popol Vuh, Byron Stingily, Flipper, Charles Mingus, B.T. Express, Main Source, Soul II Soul, The Doobie Brothers, New Age Steppers, Archie Shepp, Mission of Burma, Basic Channel, Gerry Rafferty, Shoche, Man Parrish, Fat Boys, Swell Maps, Mark Hollis, Eurythmics, Joe Smooth, Magma, Oneida, Lonnie Liston Smith, Vainqueur, Country Joe & The Fish, In Retrospect, The Doors, The Flesh Eaters, Neu!, Organ, Bush Tetras, Ituana, Matthew Halsall, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.

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)