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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.

All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Max Romeo, Gastr Del Sol, Funky Four + One, David Axelrod, Spoonie Gee, ABC, Ralphi Rosario, Josef K, DeepChord presents Echospace, Bill Near, Scott Walker, Rakim, Babytalk, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Main Source, Hot Snakes, New York Dolls, Essential Logic, Rufus Thomas, The Gladiators, Lucky Dragons, Robert Hood, The Durutti Column, Sight & Sound, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Warren Ellis, It's A Beautiful Day, Rotary Connection, The Smoke, Audionom, Stetsasonic, June of 44, Bauhaus, Susan Cadogan, The J.B.'s, The Star Department, Sarah Menescal, Nick Fraelich, Barrington Levy, the Human League, The Residents, Bronski Beat, Fifty Foot Hose, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), the Bar-Kays, The Techniques, Minutemen, Tommy Roe, The Motions, the Normal, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Pole, Drexciya, The Slits, Accadde A, Sixth Finger, Ultravox, kango's stein massive, Metal Thangz, The Litter, Roxy Music, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.

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)