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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Danielle Patucci, the Fania All-Stars, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Moody Blues, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Mantronix, The Remains, The Saints, Faust, The Gories, Technova, Marmalade, The Slits, Radiopuhelimet, The Fortunes, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Spandau Ballet, The Motions, Clear Light, The Flesh Eaters, Blancmange, Ludus, These Immortal Souls, Derrick Morgan, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Mummies, Crispian St. Peters, Main Source, Marshall Jefferson, the Slits, Y Pants, Barbara Tucker, Sound Behaviour, Wasted Youth, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ossler, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Real Kids, Roxette, Scratch Acid, Pole, The Pop Group, Desert Stars, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Robert Görl, The J.B.'s, Eric Dolphy, Alton Ellis, Negative Approach, Eyeless In Gaza, Yaz, Marvin Gaye, Sun Ra, Pagans, June of 44, Don Cherry, The Golliwogs, Lou Christie, Supertramp, The United States of America, Tres Demented, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.

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)