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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.

All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Shadows of Knight, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Aural Exciters, Aloha Tigers, Von Mondo, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Scott Walker, The Happenings, Marmalade, Gong, The Moody Blues, Accadde A, Barry Ungar, Radiopuhelimet, Pussy Galore, David Bowie, The J.B.'s, Glenn Branca, Black Moon, Panda Bear, Rotary Connection, Kevin Saunderson, The Raincoats, Be Bop Deluxe, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Camouflage, The Offenders, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Rites of Spring, Clear Light, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Dave Clark Five, Brand Nubian, John Foxx, CMW, Dorothy Ashby, Groovy Waters, Fela Kuti, The Motions, Gang Starr, Chrome, DJ Style, Girls At Our Best!, Suicide, The Seeds, Oblivians, Livin' Joy, cv313, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Ultramagnetic MC's, Symarip, Essential Logic, David Axelrod, The American Breed, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, R.M.O., The Modern Lovers, The Sonics, Eden Ahbez, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.

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)