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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.

All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Be Bop Deluxe, Lucky Dragons, Soulsonic Force, Avey Tare, June of 44, James Chance & The Contortions, Carl Craig, Big Daddy Kane, Camberwell Now, Jeru the Damaja, Crispian St. Peters, Ornette Coleman, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Funky Four + One, The Grass Roots, Monolake, Deepchord, Lou Reed & John Cale, LL Cool J, David Bowie, Andrew Hill, Gang Gang Dance, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Juan Atkins, Albert Ayler, Buzzcocks, Saccharine Trust, Heavy D & The Boyz, Idris Muhammad, Scott Walker, Kayak, Bad Manners, the Bar-Kays, The Dave Clark Five, Warsaw, Neu!, B.T. Express, Jesper Dahlbäck, Soft Machine, H. Thieme, The Chocolate Watch Band, Excepter, Peter & Gordon, Traffic Nightmare, Rakim, The Monochrome Set, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Scan 7, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Nation of Ulysses, DNA, Gabor Szabo, Tomorrow, Skaos, Panda Bear, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Don Cherry, John Lydon, X-101, Dual Sessions, John Holt, Agitation Free, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.

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)