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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.

All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

John Foxx, Bill Near, The Last Poets, The Seeds, The Pretty Things, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Dorothy Ashby, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Arthur Verocai, DeepChord presents Echospace, Mars, Thee Headcoats, Massinfluence, Bill Wells, The J.B.'s, Jesper Dahlback, Patti Smith, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Lalann, Alton Ellis, Marvin Gaye, Sexual Harrassment, Magma, Alison Limerick, Popol Vuh, A Certain Ratio, Brothers Johnson, The Cramps, The Fortunes, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Rites of Spring, The Gories, Main Source, Ossler, Erasure, The Fall, Todd Terry, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Selector Dub Narcotic, Godley & Creme, Erykah Badu, The Vogues, Sly & The Family Stone, The Wake, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, X-Ray Spex, Colin Newman, MDC, Max Romeo, Electric Light Orchestra, OOIOO, R.M.O., Jawbox, Letta Mbulu, The Sisters of Mercy, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Von Mondo, Marcia Griffiths, The Gap Band, The Smoke, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.

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)