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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Birthday Party, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Raincoats, Newcleus, The Electric Prunes, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Hoover, The Skatalites, Johnny Osbourne, The Smiths, Lou Reed & Metallica, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Althea and Donna, Animal Collective, Lonnie Liston Smith, Gerry Rafferty, Judy Mowatt, FM Einheit, Young Marble Giants, UT, The Grass Roots, Donald Byrd, Barclay James Harvest, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Man Eating Sloth, The Cosmic Jokers, Guru Guru, Marcia Griffiths, Kool Moe Dee, Darondo, Scientists, Sixth Finger, The Names, Jacques Brel, Terry Callier, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Boredoms, Thompson Twins, Audionom, Peter & Gordon, The Music Machine, Arab on Radar, CMW, Jerry Gold Smith, June of 44, The Star Department, Sugar Minott, The Fuzztones, Sly & The Family Stone, Rhythm & Sound, Slave, Johnny Clarke, Byron Stingily, The Slits, Ituana, Henry Cow, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Searchers, Angry Samoans, Hasil Adkins, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.

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)