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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.

All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Vogues, Rapeman, the Normal, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The American Breed, Eddi Front, Liliput, Blancmange, Radiopuhelimet, Eric Dolphy, The Monochrome Set, The Mojo Men, Selector Dub Narcotic, Sparks, Faust, Marine Girls, The Smiths, Rhythm & Sound, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), DJ Style, The Remains, The Durutti Column, London Community Gospel Choir, Hot Snakes, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Jerry's Kids, Connie Case, Grandmaster Flash, Isaac Hayes, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Cramps, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Nas, Q65, Accadde A, CMW, John Foxx, Magma, Vladislav Delay, The Music Machine, Reagan Youth, The Grass Roots, Idris Muhammad, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Girls At Our Best!, The Cure, Morten Harket, Pantaleimon, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Ponytail, Funky Four + One, Harry Pussy, Unrelated Segments, Audionom, Metal Thangz, Camouflage, Roxy Music, Little Man, The Martian, The Kinks, X-102, 10cc, Agent Orange, Pharoah Sanders, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.

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)