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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.

All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gang Starr, Chrome, Liliput, The Five Americans, Tropical Tobacco, The Angels of Light, Joensuu 1685, Country Joe & The Fish, Bob Dylan, Soft Cell, Judy Mowatt, Sister Nancy, Gregory Isaacs, Rotary Connection, Radiopuhelimet, Ultimate Spinach, Oneida, Metal Thangz, DeepChord presents Echospace, Reuben Wilson, Black Bananas, AZ, Skarface, It's A Beautiful Day, The Walker Brothers, Wally Richardson, The Real Kids, Loose Ends, Groovy Waters, Lebanon Hanover, Dual Sessions, Black Flag, Leonard Cohen, Jeff Lynne, The Human League, Lonnie Liston Smith, Fort Wilson Riot, The Happenings, Junior Murvin, La Düsseldorf, The Golliwogs, Massinfluence, Soul Sonic Force, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Cybotron, Joyce Sims, Heavy D & The Boyz, Maleditus Sound, Con Funk Shun, Ken Boothe, Larry & the Blue Notes, Laurel Aitken, Khruangbin, The Neon Judgement, Kool Moe Dee, Delta 5, Brass Construction, Unwound, Matthew Bourne, Scion, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)