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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.

All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sonny Sharrock, the Sonics, Niagra, The Busters, Kenny Larkin, Davy DMX, London Community Gospel Choir, Jandek, Gregory Isaacs, Minnie Riperton, Pussy Galore, The Gories, Leonard Cohen, Janne Schatter, Deadbeat, Lou Reed & John Cale, Infiniti, Groovy Waters, The Moody Blues, DeepChord presents Echospace, Loose Ends, Cameo, A Flock of Seagulls, Ultramagnetic MC's, Saccharine Trust, Minutemen, Absolute Body Control, Hardrive, Sister Nancy, Crooked Eye, Aloha Tigers, Ajijia Myrayebe, CMW, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Howard Jones, Sad Lovers and Giants, Basic Channel, Soul Sonic Force, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Pulsallama, The Wake, Sam Rivers, Camouflage, 48th St. Collective, Black Sheep, Hoover, Zapp, Reagan Youth, DJ Style, Flipper, It's A Beautiful Day, Skriet, Maleditus Sound, T. Rex, Oblivians, Index, Ash Ra Tempel, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, DNA, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.

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)