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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.

All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?

ABC, Peter & Gordon, Kool Moe Dee, Q65, DeepChord presents Echospace, Reagan Youth, John Lydon, David Bowie, The Neon Judgement, T.S.O.L., Talk Talk, Marvin Gaye, Larry & the Blue Notes, Basic Channel, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Gichy Dan, Jeff Mills, Zero Boys, The Residents, The Beau Brummels, The Grass Roots, Isaac Hayes, Delta 5, One Last Wish, Monolake, Gang Gang Dance, Siglo XX, Thee Headcoats, Jesper Dahlbäck, Black Moon, Das Ding, Sparks, Livin' Joy, The Dead C, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Banda Bassotti, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Infiniti, Ultra Naté, Ossler, The Blackbyrds, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Crooked Eye, Kings Of Tomorrow, A Flock of Seagulls, Mr. Review, the Human League, Moss Icon, Todd Terry, Chris & Cosey, Panda Bear, Tom Boy, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Bill Wells, Laurel Aitken, Essential Logic, Youth Brigade, Sly & The Family Stone, Average White Band, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.

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)