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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.

All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.

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

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Country Teasers, Rosa Yemen, The Victims, Aloha Tigers, The Martian, David Axelrod, Quantec, Big Daddy Kane, Marcia Griffiths, Bobby Byrd, Aaron Thompson, Jacob Miller, Judy Mowatt, Model 500, A Flock of Seagulls, Connie Case, Royal Trux, Heavy D & The Boyz, Crispian St. Peters, The Move, Warren Ellis, Donny Hathaway, Agitation Free, Crash Course in Science, Frankie Knuckles, Robert Wyatt, Lou Reed & John Cale, Susan Cadogan, Sonic Youth, Godley & Creme, Radiopuhelimet, The Fugs, CMW, Harmonia, Derrick Morgan, Japan, Lebanon Hanover, AZ, Delta 5, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Monks, Skaos, Accadde A, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Litter, Gerry Rafferty, Jeff Mills, Clear Light, Kayak, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Black Pus, Mary Jane Girls, Yazoo, Max Romeo, Louis and Bebe Barron, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Techniques, Morten Harket, Laurel Aitken, Ultra Naté, Massinfluence, Barbara Tucker, Pagans, MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.

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)