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 Sweden and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Carl Craig, Pharoah Sanders, Man Eating Sloth, The J.B.'s, Delon & Dalcan, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Josef K, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Q and Not U, Skriet, Main Source, Sister Nancy, June of 44, The Misunderstood, MC5, Eric Dolphy, Tears for Fears, PIL, Leonard Cohen, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Agent Orange, The Blues Magoos, James White and The Blacks, Deadbeat, Henry Cow, Tropical Tobacco, The Doors, the Slits, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Eddi Front, Idris Muhammad, Technova, Dorothy Ashby, Quadrant, Charles Mingus, Dawn Penn, LL Cool J, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Neu!, Television, Kaleidoscope, 10cc, Mad Mike, Al Stewart, Bobby Womack, Von Mondo, John Cale, Tommy Roe, Grey Daturas, Gil Scott Heron, Rites of Spring, Hoover, Ultra Naté, Excepter, Adolescents, Radio Birdman, Boredoms, Clear Light, Cecil Taylor, Letta Mbulu, Oppenheimer Analysis, Todd Terry, Ituana, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.

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)