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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.

All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a g├╝iro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scratch Acid, Soft Machine, Fatback Band, Deepchord, R.M.O., Blossom Toes, F. McDonald, Max Romeo, Echospace, Gerry Rafferty, The Modern Lovers, Khruangbin, Pagans, The New Christs, Television, Black Flag, Smog, Organ, MC5, Faraquet, Black Moon, LL Cool J, Minnie Riperton, Fifty Foot Hose, Darondo, The Birthday Party, Minor Threat, Make Up, Barry Ungar, Black Pus, Alphaville, Todd Terry, EPMD, The Royal Family And The Poor, Lyres, Rod Modell, Model 500, Wire, The Vogues, The Red Krayola, Lalo Schifrin, Infiniti, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Ice-T, Piero Umiliani, Isaac Hayes, Soul Sonic Force, Accadde A, Johnny Osbourne, Drive Like Jehu, Sarah Menescal, The Doobie Brothers, L. Decosne, The Velvet Underground, the Human League, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Music Machine, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Junior Murvin, Chrome, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.

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)