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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.

All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kas Product, Lonnie Liston Smith, Godley & Creme, Moby Grape, MC5, The Monks, Wolf Eyes, Hasil Adkins, Fat Boys, John Cale, Fear, 8 Eyed Spy, Silicon Teens, T.S.O.L., Grandmaster Flash, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Tommy Roe, Reagan Youth, Gang of Four, Grauzone, The Searchers, the Fania All-Stars, Loose Ends, Spoonie Gee, Freddie Wadling, Inner City, Drive Like Jehu, The Fire Engines, James Chance & The Contortions, Delon & Dalcan, Angry Samoans, Swell Maps, Juan Atkins, Rhythm & Sound, Brass Construction, Kaleidoscope, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Nik Kershaw, Crispy Ambulance, Ice-T, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Robert Hood, Pylon, Eric Copeland, Fad Gadget, Neu!, Jerry Gold Smith, Boz Scaggs, Yusef Lateef, Warren Ellis, Trumans Water, Severed Heads, ABC, Young Marble Giants, The Doobie Brothers, Joyce Sims, Schoolly D, The Knickerbockers, Peter and Kerry, Moebius, Kings Of Tomorrow, Eric Dolphy, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)