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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.

All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Pop Group, Drive Like Jehu, Brass Construction, Tubeway Army, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Drexciya, Scrapy, Ultra Naté, Yaz, A Certain Ratio, H. Thieme, Eyeless In Gaza, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Roxy Music, The Index, Erasure, The Stooges, Sly & The Family Stone, Porter Ricks, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Pylon, Delta 5, Eric B and Rakim, Scientists, Wings, The Mojo Men, 10cc, DeepChord presents Echospace, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The American Breed, The Busters, The Moody Blues, Supertramp, Dorothy Ashby, The Mummies, Soulsonic Force, Parry Music, Jeff Lynne, Gabor Szabo, The Modern Lovers, Boogie Down Productions, Swans, Pole, Traffic Nightmare, Nick Fraelich, The Dirtbombs, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Barbara Tucker, MDC, Ralphi Rosario, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Janne Schatter, The Residents, Schoolly D, Selector Dub Narcotic, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Althea and Donna, John Holt, Joe Smooth, Funkadelic, Peter and Kerry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.

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)