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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.

All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Frankie Knuckles, Tom Boy, Isaac Hayes, Iggy Pop, Stereo Dub, Babytalk, Nas, Dave Gahan, One Last Wish, Scratch Acid, Masters at Work, Eurythmics, New York Dolls, Darondo, Delta 5, The Wake, The Knickerbockers, Barbara Tucker, Susan Cadogan, Joe Smooth, Fort Wilson Riot, Underground Resistance, The Men They Couldn't Hang, DeepChord presents Echospace, Organ, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Cameo, The Fall, MDC, Jesper Dahlbäck, Joensuu 1685, Lightning Bolt, Model 500, Niagra, Donald Byrd, The Smiths, The Dead C, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Gastr Del Sol, Rotary Connection, Tears for Fears, The Remains, Essential Logic, In Retrospect, Yaz, Half Japanese, Monks, Sixth Finger, The Slackers, Mad Mike, Simply Red, ABC, Ossler, Kango’s Stein Massive, Surgeon, Jimmy McGriff, Subhumans, The Barracudas, Sound Behaviour, Audionom, Sun Ra Arkestra, Malaria!, Yusef Lateef, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.

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)