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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.

All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Swell Maps, Marshall Jefferson, The Wake, B.T. Express, Flash Fearless, Be Bop Deluxe, The Fall, Danielle Patucci, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Bad Manners, Roxy Music, Lower 48, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Deakin, Ten City, Crime, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Bootsy Collins, Vaughan Mason & Crew, DNA, Dorothy Ashby, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Barbara Tucker, L. Decosne, Amon Düül, Piero Umiliani, The American Breed, Godley & Creme, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Last Poets, Tomorrow, The Black Dice, Maleditus Sound, Sugar Minott, Audionom, Oppenheimer Analysis, Jesper Dahlback, Gregory Isaacs, Lou Reed, Eyeless In Gaza, Gang Starr, U.S. Maple, The Doobie Brothers, Inner City, Scan 7, Tres Demented, Khruangbin, Metal Thangz, Wolf Eyes, Visage, Rekid, Q and Not U, The Star Department, Brick, Zero Boys, The Mummies, The Doors, Bob Dylan, Juan Atkins, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Fugs, Marcia Griffiths, ABBA, Davy DMX, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.

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)