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 Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.

All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Flipper, Funkadelic, Sun Ra, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Godley & Creme, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, David McCallum, Adolescents, The Star Department, Cal Tjader, The Fortunes, The Fire Engines, The Doobie Brothers, Kas Product, The Knickerbockers, Michelle Simonal, Absolute Body Control, Bootsy Collins, Prince Buster, Public Enemy, Bobby Byrd, Pantaleimon, Rhythm & Sound, the Germs, Ossler, Funky Four + One, Sugar Minott, Pharoah Sanders, Saccharine Trust, Warsaw, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Moss Icon, Jerry Gold Smith, Easy Going, The Red Krayola, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Letta Mbulu, Arab on Radar, Brothers Johnson, Danielle Patucci, Popol Vuh, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Slackers, Johnny Osbourne, Crooked Eye, Flash Fearless, Audionom, Fort Wilson Riot, The Mummies, Liaisons Dangereuses, Wally Richardson, Newcleus, OOIOO, The Slits, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Ultravox, E-Dancer, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.

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)