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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.

All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Subhumans, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Funky Four + One, The Golliwogs, The Dirtbombs, Main Source, Public Enemy, Wire, The Doobie Brothers, Yazoo, Louis and Bebe Barron, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Groovy Waters, Symarip, Vladislav Delay, Zapp, Kaleidoscope, John Coltrane, The Gun Club, The Real Kids, U.S. Maple, Lakeside, Tom Boy, Rekid, Adolescents, Duran Duran, The Mummies, Porter Ricks, La Düsseldorf, Lee Hazlewood, Michelle Simonal, The Zeros, Big Daddy Kane, Sex Pistols, Lou Reed, Sun Ra, The Cramps, The Pop Group, Marine Girls, Sarah Menescal, Agitation Free, Bang On A Can, Whodini, Essential Logic, the Swans, Roger Hodgson, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Maleditus Sound, Soft Machine, Ten City, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Darondo, Wasted Youth, 48th St. Collective, Idris Muhammad, Livin' Joy, Fluxion, The Birthday Party, Echospace, In Retrospect, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.

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)