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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.

All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bill Wells, Roxy Music, Reuben Wilson, Alice Coltrane, Electric Prunes, The Cramps, The Smiths, Cecil Taylor, The Beau Brummels, DeepChord presents Echospace, It's A Beautiful Day, The Shadows of Knight, In Retrospect, Al Stewart, The Modern Lovers, Kaleidoscope, The Vogues, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Excepter, Harpers Bizarre, Eric Dolphy, Cluster, Joe Finger, Dawn Penn, Sonic Youth, Underground Resistance, Ultramagnetic MC's, Khruangbin, Marcia Griffiths, Brick, AZ, Eli Mardock, Pulsallama, Blancmange, Delon & Dalcan, Model 500, Ralphi Rosario, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Electric Light Orchestra, 48th St. Collective, Godley & Creme, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Alarm Clocks, Hashim, Tres Demented, Scan 7, Morten Harket, the Association, Loose Ends, Neil Young, The Fire Engines, The Slits, Scrapy, Sound Behaviour, Average White Band, Ludus, Massinfluence, Hot Snakes, Swell Maps, The Associates, Mars, Crispy Ambulance, Harmonia, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.

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)