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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.

All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Birthday Party, Simply Red, Delon & Dalcan, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Flamin' Groovies, Unrelated Segments, The Golliwogs, Japan, Neu!, Negative Approach, Davy DMX, Jimmy McGriff, Amon Düül II, James White and The Blacks, Lebanon Hanover, Kas Product, Eric Dolphy, Lucky Dragons, One Last Wish, Kayak, The Gap Band, Ralphi Rosario, Brass Construction, The Index, the Soft Cell, Joyce Sims, Theoretical Girls, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Moss Icon, Crash Course in Science, MC5, Bauhaus, Aloha Tigers, B.T. Express, Radio Birdman, Agent Orange, The Dead C, Sun Ra Arkestra, Porter Ricks, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Cure, It's A Beautiful Day, The Music Machine, Ornette Coleman, John Holt, Lonnie Liston Smith, Jacob Miller, Fluxion, Outsiders, KRS-One, James Chance & The Contortions, Make Up, Mandrill, Heavy D & The Boyz, Big Daddy Kane, Scratch Acid, The Residents, The Gories, The Doors, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Soul Sonic Force, Massinfluence, Ohio Players, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.

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)