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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.

All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Little Man, Country Teasers, Matthew Halsall, Marshall Jefferson, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Porter Ricks, Brick, Amon Düül, Crash Course in Science, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Brothers Johnson, The Skatalites, JFA, Shuggie Otis, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The New Christs, Junior Murvin, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jacob Miller, Dennis Brown, Rhythm & Sound, Khruangbin, Amazonics, Moss Icon, Idris Muhammad, Alton Ellis, Subhumans, New Order, Outsiders, the Germs, T. Rex, The Busters, Gabor Szabo, The Five Americans, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Skriet, Can, June of 44, EPMD, The Fuzztones, The Birthday Party, Desert Stars, The Royal Family And The Poor, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Marvin Gaye, These Immortal Souls, Eric Copeland, Basic Channel, Supertramp, Gil Scott Heron, Das Ding, Jerry's Kids, Stetsasonic, CMW, Zero Boys, Roxy Music, Second Layer, The Offenders, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Lyres, Ituana, cv313, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.

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)