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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.

All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Darondo, Metal Thangz, Dave Gahan, Pole, DeepChord presents Echospace, Letta Mbulu, FM Einheit, Derrick May, Fad Gadget, Q65, Byron Stingily, Selector Dub Narcotic, A Certain Ratio, Pantaleimon, New Order, Brass Construction, Liliput, Peter and Kerry, Stetsasonic, Intrusion, Sad Lovers and Giants, Lyres, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gil Scott Heron, Can, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Monolake, Soulsonic Force, Kaleidoscope, F. McDonald, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Fuzztones, Hoover, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Erykah Badu, Cal Tjader, The Index, Crooked Eye, Bush Tetras, CMW, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Yazoo, Minny Pops, 10cc, Idris Muhammad, Pantytec, OOIOO, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Lee Hazlewood, Procol Harum, The Knickerbockers, Rufus Thomas, Bauhaus, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Zeros, The Shadows of Knight, Scan 7, The Slackers, Kerri Chandler, Arab on Radar, Liaisons Dangereuses, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.

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)