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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.

All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rod Modell, Bronski Beat, Popol Vuh, Eurythmics, Rapeman, Joensuu 1685, Scientists, the Human League, The Cowsills, T. Rex, Toni Rubio, Warren Ellis, Swell Maps, Anakelly, Ronan, Donny Hathaway, Jimmy McGriff, The Gories, Kerri Chandler, The Stooges, Idris Muhammad, Y Pants, Black Sheep, LL Cool J, Bobbi Humphrey, Average White Band, Ten City, The Techniques, The Detroit Cobras, Cheater Slicks, New Order, Talk Talk, In Retrospect, The Skatalites, Bauhaus, Spoonie Gee, Minny Pops, Q and Not U, Cal Tjader, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Smiths, Nick Fraelich, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Lonnie Liston Smith, Eden Ahbez, Roxy Music, Au Pairs, The Searchers, Gang Green, Magazine, The Pop Group, Vaughan Mason & Crew, KRS-One, Dual Sessions, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kaleidoscope, Piero Umiliani, Mo-Dettes, Josef K, a-ha, Roger Hodgson, Brick, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.

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)