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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.

All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Depeche Mode, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Barrington Levy, Agitation Free, Michelle Simonal, Mr. Review, Au Pairs, Warren Ellis, Television Personalities, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Metal Thangz, Adolescents, Lou Reed & Metallica, Deepchord, Neil Young, MDC, Intrusion, Barry Ungar, The Mighty Diamonds, Black Moon, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Newcleus, Eurythmics, David McCallum, Dual Sessions, The Velvet Underground, Sällskapet, Godley & Creme, Glambeats Corp., Dennis Brown, Liaisons Dangereuses, Heaven 17, The Evens, Cabaret Voltaire, Kevin Saunderson, Ponytail, Public Image Ltd., Gong, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Young Marble Giants, Bush Tetras, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Gichy Dan, X-102, Swans, Bronski Beat, The Detroit Cobras, Jesper Dahlbäck, Alton Ellis, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Marshall Jefferson, Electric Prunes, The Residents, Laurel Aitken, Patti Smith, Gregory Isaacs, Max Romeo, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.

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)