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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.

All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Gong, Parry Music, Slave, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Essential Logic, Laurel Aitken, Bill Near, The Martian, Fifty Foot Hose, Aswad, Porter Ricks, R.M.O., The Knickerbockers, David McCallum, Rufus Thomas, Yellowson, the Swans, Warren Ellis, L. Decosne, Patti Smith, a-ha, Tubeway Army, Deakin, Rhythm & Sound, Audionom, Dorothy Ashby, The Beau Brummels, Toni Rubio, Janne Schatter, The Detroit Cobras, Country Teasers, Kevin Saunderson, The Black Dice, Half Japanese, The Flesh Eaters, Fort Wilson Riot, Index, The Golliwogs, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Subhumans, Stockholm Monsters, Joyce Sims, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Swell Maps, Joey Negro, Au Pairs, The Buckinghams, Hot Snakes, Excepter, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Popol Vuh, Camberwell Now, Todd Rundgren, Dave Gahan, The Pretty Things, The Mighty Diamonds, China Crisis, Das Ding, Bang On A Can, Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.

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)