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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Black Sheep, Gastr Del Sol, Rhythm & Sound, The Human League, Blossom Toes, David Axelrod, Oneida, Aural Exciters, Sight & Sound, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Wire, Tubeway Army, Fela Kuti, Lou Reed, D'Angelo, Ronnie Foster, ABBA, Con Funk Shun, Godley & Creme, Sun City Girls, Amon Düül, Erasure, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Jacob Miller, Flamin' Groovies, The Fall, The Stooges, 48th St. Collective, Todd Terry, Jandek, One Last Wish, Guru Guru, The Dead C, Echospace, Country Joe & The Fish, Andrew Hill, cv313, Negative Approach, The Blackbyrds, Connie Case, Bizarre Inc., Ajijia Myrayebe, The Sound, Trumans Water, Lalann, Judy Mowatt, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Thompson Twins, Marine Girls, Unwound, Chris & Cosey, The Detroit Cobras, The Shadows of Knight, Massinfluence, Barbara Tucker, Jeff Mills, Pantytec, Fatback Band, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Gories, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.

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)