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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.

All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Guru Guru, Barry Ungar, Country Teasers, Schoolly D, MC5, Leonard Cohen, Unrelated Segments, Glambeats Corp., Sixth Finger, The Count Five, Nirvana, Blake Baxter, Delta 5, The Fortunes, The Monks, James White and The Blacks, Boogie Down Productions, Todd Rundgren, Rakim, Eli Mardock, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Audionom, Johnny Clarke, Larry & the Blue Notes, DJ Style, Ossler, The J.B.'s, Kerri Chandler, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, New York Dolls, Rekid, Man Eating Sloth, Q and Not U, Angry Samoans, Cybotron, X-Ray Spex, Khruangbin, The United States of America, Gregory Isaacs, Derrick May, the Swans, June Days, Crispian St. Peters, Amon Düül II, Slick Rick, the Bar-Kays, Gastr Del Sol, The Stooges, Wings, Average White Band, Cal Tjader, Cymande, Mission of Burma, Rotary Connection, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lungfish, Loose Ends, Man Parrish, The Seeds, Louis and Bebe Barron, Aural Exciters, 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)