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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Laurel Aitken, Dual Sessions, Camberwell Now, Jerry Gold Smith, DeepChord presents Echospace, Jimmy McGriff, Don Cherry, Arab on Radar, Davy DMX, Schoolly D, Au Pairs, The Invisible, Rosa Yemen, Joey Negro, Ten City, Reagan Youth, Leonard Cohen, The Pop Group, Barrington Levy, Cal Tjader, Arcadia, Albert Ayler, The Associates, Aaron Thompson, Saccharine Trust, Robert Wyatt, Delta 5, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Flash Fearless, Rekid, Wasted Youth, Newcleus, The Victims, a-ha, The Grass Roots, Lindisfarne, Scan 7, Agitation Free, Main Source, Lightning Bolt, Swans, The Fire Engines, The Selecter, Accadde A, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Ponytail, Faust, Thee Headcoats, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Ice-T, Japan, Maurizio, the Sonics, Sound Behaviour, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Frankie Knuckles, Blancmange, the Slits, The Shadows of Knight, Aloha Tigers, Mr. Review, Fort Wilson Riot, Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.

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)