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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.

All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lebanon Hanover, London Community Gospel Choir, Echospace, Oneida, Eve St. Jones, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Tom Boy, Bobby Womack, Soul Sonic Force, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Thompson Twins, Moss Icon, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Sonny Sharrock, Country Teasers, Camberwell Now, Aaron Thompson, AZ, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Brothers Johnson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Smiths, The Doobie Brothers, Rotary Connection, Scion, Lungfish, Sandy B, T.S.O.L., Japan, the Slits, Hot Snakes, Dual Sessions, The Dave Clark Five, The Men They Couldn't Hang, ABBA, Desert Stars, Hashim, Sparks, Urselle, Neil Young, Index, Danielle Patucci, Reuben Wilson, Isaac Hayes, Maleditus Sound, These Immortal Souls, Soft Cell, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Cure, Janne Schatter, The Names, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, LL Cool J, Deakin, Goldenarms, Delta 5, PIL, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.

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)