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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.

All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scratch Acid, Selector Dub Narcotic, Nas, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Ultimate Spinach, Sun Ra Arkestra, Faraquet, D'Angelo, Tubeway Army, Cybotron, Hardrive, Delon & Dalcan, Nick Fraelich, The J.B.'s, Sun Ra, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Procol Harum, Vainqueur, Pylon, Skriet, Ken Boothe, Bobbi Humphrey, Little Man, The Kinks, Mo-Dettes, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Cosmic Jokers, Niagra, Ludus, The Flesh Eaters, the Human League, Ultramagnetic MC's, The Victims, Index, Fat Boys, Janne Schatter, Joensuu 1685, Big Daddy Kane, Q and Not U, The Standells, Parry Music, Sister Nancy, Black Moon, Heavy D & The Boyz, Black Bananas, Bob Dylan, Gregory Isaacs, Leonard Cohen, Delta 5, The Trojans, Kerri Chandler, The Skatalites, Andrew Hill, Pere Ubu, Liaisons Dangereuses, Darondo, Johnny Clarke, Jeru the Damaja, The Royal Family And The Poor, Roy Ayers, James Chance & The Contortions, Jerry Gold Smith, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.

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)