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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.

All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Alice Coltrane, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Cure, Guru Guru, T. Rex, Donald Byrd, June Days, Swans, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Larry & the Blue Notes, Curtis Mayfield, The Shadows of Knight, Wings, The Techniques, Pole, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Sonics, Rekid, L. Decosne, Icehouse, Gang Green, Sun Ra Arkestra, Pulsallama, Popol Vuh, The Sound, John Lydon, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Josef K, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Maurizio, Tim Buckley, Drexciya, Soft Cell, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, James Chance & The Contortions, Scion, The Index, Juan Atkins, London Community Gospel Choir, Technova, Erykah Badu, H. Thieme, Schoolly D, Man Eating Sloth, The Red Krayola, Glambeats Corp., The Buckinghams, Altered Images, The Motions, Cybotron, Skaos, Loose Ends, FM Einheit, Camberwell Now, Eli Mardock, Jeru the Damaja, Ash Ra Tempel, Moss Icon, X-101, Mad Mike, The Remains, The Velvet Underground, Ossler, Crime, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.

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)