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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.

All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Gories, Marmalade, Junior Murvin, Girls At Our Best!, Stiv Bators, Davy DMX, Hardrive, Aloha Tigers, Sällskapet, Sparks, Anthony Braxton, Soul II Soul, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Loose Ends, Magazine, MC5, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Lakeside, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Oppenheimer Analysis, Zero Boys, Bobbi Humphrey, Neil Young, Funkadelic, Alice Coltrane, The Toasters, Outsiders, Judy Mowatt, Electric Prunes, Eyeless In Gaza, Joy Division, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Jandek, Gregory Isaacs, Kas Product, Piero Umiliani, The Real Kids, Barbara Tucker, Janne Schatter, The Electric Prunes, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Silicon Teens, Organ, Kool Moe Dee, Dawn Penn, Jerry's Kids, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Section 25, PIL, Bootsy Collins, Rosa Yemen, Yaz, Country Teasers, Neu!, Man Parrish, Slave, Amazonics, Eden Ahbez, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Gil Scott Heron, Tomorrow, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.

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)