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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.

All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ken Boothe, Cheater Slicks, The Cowsills, Pierre Henry, Althea and Donna, Gregory Isaacs, Tomorrow, Maleditus Sound, China Crisis, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Ornette Coleman, Peter and Kerry, Index, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Fat Boys, Flipper, The Busters, Lalann, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Royal Family And The Poor, Susan Cadogan, The Slackers, Sonny Sharrock, Colin Newman, Jeru the Damaja, KRS-One, The Seeds, Ituana, Mantronix, Steve Hackett, New York Dolls, UT, Urselle, DJ Style, Maurizio, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Darondo, Graham Central Station, Scion, The Neon Judgement, Circle Jerks, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Black Flag, Ponytail, Sex Pistols, Schoolly D, JFA, Shoche, Kerri Chandler, Moebius, Wally Richardson, Altered Images, Dorothy Ashby, Magazine, Lower 48, Amazonics, Dennis Brown, Jacob Miller, Sonic Youth, PIL, Lou Reed & Metallica, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.

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)