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 Malta and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.

All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

AZ, Sight & Sound, Lightning Bolt, Massinfluence, LL Cool J, Can, In Retrospect, Tres Demented, Barrington Levy, Das Ding, Angry Samoans, Terrestrial Tones, Yellowson, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Roxy Music, Arcadia, Deakin, Banda Bassotti, Scrapy, Los Fastidios, The Kinks, Youth Brigade, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Fugs, R.M.O., Peter and Kerry, Vladislav Delay, Alice Coltrane, Spoonie Gee, Hashim, Sun Ra Arkestra, Bill Wells, T. Rex, The Fuzztones, Ultramagnetic MC's, Oblivians, Harry Pussy, Easy Going, Echo & the Bunnymen, Kaleidoscope, Basic Channel, Suicide, Girls At Our Best!, JFA, Marvin Gaye, Saccharine Trust, Japan, Dennis Brown, Pulsallama, Erykah Badu, Soul Sonic Force, Nation of Ulysses, Kool Moe Dee, The J.B.'s, Chris & Cosey, Nico, Crime, Fifty Foot Hose, Whodini, 8 Eyed Spy, Unrelated Segments, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.

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)