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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.

All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Star Department, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Lou Reed & Metallica, Glenn Branca, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Nico, Robert Görl, Public Image Ltd., Connie Case, Depeche Mode, Roxy Music, Kango’s Stein Massive, Crime, The Pretty Things, Sexual Harrassment, H. Thieme, Charles Mingus, Terrestrial Tones, In Retrospect, One Last Wish, Alice Coltrane, Man Eating Sloth, Popol Vuh, Flash Fearless, Fifty Foot Hose, Arcadia, Scratch Acid, The Blackbyrds, Angry Samoans, Sparks, Pierre Henry, Mad Mike, Hot Snakes, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Hardrive, cv313, Skarface, Fela Kuti, the Swans, June of 44, Pantytec, Supertramp, Erasure, Fugazi, The Selecter, 48th St. Collective, Marshall Jefferson, Animal Collective, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Ice-T, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Dual Sessions, Sonic Youth, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Rod Modell, The Real Kids, Quantec, Eric B and Rakim, Rosa Yemen, James Chance & The Contortions, Junior Murvin, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.

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)