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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.

All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Das Ding, Subhumans, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Aural Exciters, Patti Smith, Half Japanese, Minutemen, Anthony Braxton, Bill Near, Letta Mbulu, Ultra Naté, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Dirtbombs, Section 25, Japan, Roy Ayers, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Cal Tjader, Zero Boys, Symarip, Stockholm Monsters, Grey Daturas, The Flesh Eaters, Donny Hathaway, The Fall, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Thompson Twins, Junior Murvin, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Fortunes, Flipper, Scrapy, The Smoke, Sugar Minott, Masters at Work, The Monochrome Set, Johnny Clarke, Metal Thangz, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Audionom, Marvin Gaye, Porter Ricks, LL Cool J, Skaos, Loose Ends, Kerrie Biddell, Pantytec, John Foxx, The Neon Judgement, Quando Quango, Surgeon, Sällskapet, Liaisons Dangereuses, Althea and Donna, Eve St. Jones, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Peter and Kerry, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Sonic Youth, Alton Ellis, Fad Gadget, Skarface, Soft Cell, AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.

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)