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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.

All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Tremeloes, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Schoolly D, Sam Rivers, Ituana, Tommy Roe, the Swans, LL Cool J, The Selecter, K-Klass, Siglo XX, Tim Buckley, Inner City, Black Bananas, The Five Americans, Shuggie Otis, Sällskapet, Bang On A Can, The Monks, Agent Orange, Sun Ra, The Fortunes, The Dave Clark Five, Guru Guru, The New Christs, Mary Jane Girls, Funky Four + One, The Misunderstood, Lou Reed & John Cale, Aloha Tigers, Crispy Ambulance, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Alarm Clocks, Soft Cell, Yusef Lateef, Wally Richardson, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Mummies, Faust, Joyce Sims, Pantytec, Dark Day, The Names, Cybotron, Underground Resistance, Pantaleimon, Ponytail, Simply Red, The Residents, Make Up, Ultravox, Gong, Severed Heads, Stockholm Monsters, Skriet, Darondo, The Young Rascals, Jawbox, Matthew Bourne, The Zeros, James Chance & The Contortions, Marine Girls, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.

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)