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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Men They Couldn't Hang, Main Source, Cameo, Todd Terry, Pole, the Human League, Sad Lovers and Giants, Quando Quango, Faust, Terry Callier, Nas, Funky Four + One, Pierre Henry, The Associates, Erykah Badu, Jeff Lynne, Grey Daturas, Juan Atkins, Cal Tjader, Angry Samoans, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Metal Thangz, Model 500, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, LL Cool J, Flash Fearless, The Knickerbockers, The Stooges, Pet Shop Boys, The Shadows of Knight, Gregory Isaacs, John Coltrane, The Index, Ice-T, Parry Music, John Foxx, Ken Boothe, The Happenings, The Doobie Brothers, OOIOO, Altered Images, Funkadelic, Anthony Braxton, Arcadia, Rosa Yemen, Alice Coltrane, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Donny Hathaway, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, New Age Steppers, The Skatalites, Mr. Review, A Flock of Seagulls, Grandmaster Flash, Selector Dub Narcotic, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Al Stewart, Pantaleimon, Amon Düül II, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.

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)