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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.

All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Scratch Acid, Jesper Dahlback, Gregory Isaacs, One Last Wish, The Cramps, DNA, The Royal Family And The Poor, Gang Starr, Marvin Gaye, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Camouflage, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Ohio Players, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, DJ Style, In Retrospect, Brass Construction, Glambeats Corp., The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Doobie Brothers, Aloha Tigers, The Monks, Soul Sonic Force, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Saccharine Trust, Toni Rubio, Zero Boys, Erykah Badu, Alphaville, The Real Kids, Echospace, Todd Terry, Tropical Tobacco, Massinfluence, Stiv Bators, Wolf Eyes, Oneida, Moby Grape, The Dave Clark Five, Rites of Spring, K-Klass, John Cale, Nas, Monks, Ronnie Foster, Fatback Band, Kaleidoscope, The Gories, Terrestrial Tones, The Gladiators, Guru Guru, Johnny Clarke, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Litter, The Music Machine, Boz Scaggs, Ornette Coleman, Lee Hazlewood, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Big Daddy Kane, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.

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)