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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.

All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Big Daddy Kane, New Order, Hashim, Inner City, The Toasters, Warren Ellis, Pagans, Alice Coltrane, Don Cherry, The Blackbyrds, The Alarm Clocks, Bobby Hutcherson, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Masters at Work, Cymande, Bronski Beat, Liliput, The Saints, Black Pus, The Gun Club, Mars, Crispian St. Peters, The Gladiators, These Immortal Souls, Ultra Naté, Shuggie Otis, The Motions, Fat Boys, Deadbeat, The Happenings, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Godley & Creme, Heaven 17, Graham Central Station, China Crisis, Sly & The Family Stone, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Josef K, Make Up, Nico, Television, The Mighty Diamonds, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Techniques, Echospace, Flash Fearless, Blake Baxter, Thompson Twins, Arab on Radar, Anakelly, Blossom Toes, Joey Negro, Soul Sonic Force, Jeru the Damaja, Rufus Thomas, Cecil Taylor, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.

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)