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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.

All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Popol Vuh, Graham Central Station, Gang of Four, Skriet, Black Sheep, Zero Boys, Metal Thangz, The Toasters, The American Breed, 48th St. Collective, The Count Five, Soft Cell, Porter Ricks, The Standells, Harpers Bizarre, Negative Approach, Subhumans, Thee Headcoats, Sight & Sound, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Cramps, Make Up, Jimmy McGriff, Rites of Spring, Grandmaster Flash, Susan Cadogan, Desert Stars, Bauhaus, Brothers Johnson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Lebanon Hanover, Crispy Ambulance, Ken Boothe, Cal Tjader, Bronski Beat, Duran Duran, Kerri Chandler, Harry Pussy, Sarah Menescal, The Index, Blancmange, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, F. McDonald, Babytalk, Scan 7, Silicon Teens, Man Eating Sloth, Terry Callier, Colin Newman, Dawn Penn, Eli Mardock, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Star Department, Symarip, The Golliwogs, Masters at Work, Blake Baxter, Loose Ends, The Buckinghams, UT, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.

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)