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 Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

La Düsseldorf, Flipper, Graham Central Station, Lonnie Liston Smith, Camberwell Now, Make Up, Swell Maps, Fad Gadget, Soft Cell, Buzzcocks, D'Angelo, Morten Harket, Donald Byrd, Nirvana, Public Image Ltd., The Offenders, Country Teasers, The Saints, Marmalade, Wire, Eddi Front, It's A Beautiful Day, Grandmaster Flash, Shoche, Brothers Johnson, Khruangbin, The Beau Brummels, Kevin Saunderson, The Smiths, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Count Five, Dennis Brown, Heavy D & The Boyz, FM Einheit, Ludus, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Terrestrial Tones, Cabaret Voltaire, Jawbox, Maleditus Sound, The Dave Clark Five, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Lebanon Hanover, Bobby Hutcherson, A Flock of Seagulls, Hardrive, Kerrie Biddell, H. Thieme, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Alice Coltrane, The Electric Prunes, Dual Sessions, The Seeds, Danielle Patucci, Marvin Gaye, Bronski Beat, Matthew Halsall, Tim Buckley, Quantec, MC5, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.

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)