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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.

All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Television Personalities, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Agitation Free, Glenn Branca, Juan Atkins, The Count Five, Public Enemy, Saccharine Trust, The Angels of Light, R.M.O., Soul II Soul, Roger Hodgson, Brick, Grauzone, Jacques Brel, The Offenders, LL Cool J, David McCallum, MDC, Ultramagnetic MC's, Pole, the Association, The Gladiators, Fear, Donny Hathaway, Wire, Guru Guru, Lakeside, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Swans, The Motions, Erykah Badu, Fat Boys, The Kinks, Flash Fearless, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Au Pairs, Amon Düül, the Fania All-Stars, Kurtis Blow, Glambeats Corp., Erasure, Barbara Tucker, Buzzcocks, Black Flag, Black Bananas, The Standells, Das Ding, Smog, The Smoke, Alphaville, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Kevin Saunderson, The Music Machine, Sonic Youth, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, cv313, Joe Finger, Marmalade, Sister Nancy, Jandek, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.

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)