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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.

All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül, Amon Düül II, Amazonics, Heavy D & The Boyz, Niagra, Lalann, Electric Prunes, Johnny Clarke, Ice-T, Ultimate Spinach, DNA, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Monochrome Set, Soul II Soul, The Offenders, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Modern Lovers, Supertramp, Roger Hodgson, Zero Boys, The Fuzztones, Babytalk, The Royal Family And The Poor, Underground Resistance, The Slits, Swell Maps, Jerry's Kids, Big Daddy Kane, Jesper Dahlback, Todd Rundgren, Tim Buckley, ABBA, Jesper Dahlbäck, Chrome, Brothers Johnson, Chris Corsano, Cymande, Silicon Teens, Negative Approach, Basic Channel, Bootsy Collins, Donald Byrd, The Cosmic Jokers, Black Bananas, Delon & Dalcan, Siglo XX, Gabor Szabo, Stereo Dub, Mad Mike, Clear Light, Jandek, Boogie Down Productions, Ronnie Foster, The Standells, Saccharine Trust, Ponytail, It's A Beautiful Day, Public Enemy, Lou Reed & Metallica, Khruangbin, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Selector Dub Narcotic, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.

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)