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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.

All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

LL Cool J, Monolake, Prince Buster, The Doobie Brothers, Lalo Schifrin, Symarip, DeepChord presents Echospace, Harpers Bizarre, Malaria!, The Zeros, Andrew Hill, Aural Exciters, The Vogues, The Mighty Diamonds, Severed Heads, Can, La Düsseldorf, Parry Music, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Funky Four + One, Bobby Hutcherson, Neil Young, Babytalk, The United States of America, Gian Franco Pienzio, Sad Lovers and Giants, Faust, Surgeon, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Kas Product, Terrestrial Tones, the Human League, Harmonia, Al Stewart, Oneida, Suburban Knight, Silicon Teens, Delon & Dalcan, Bob Dylan, Whodini, The Seeds, Derrick Morgan, Minnie Riperton, Amazonics, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Hot Snakes, Chris Corsano, The Red Krayola, The Index, Susan Cadogan, Cluster, Reagan Youth, CMW, Joy Division, Scan 7, Carl Craig, The Misunderstood, The Sisters of Mercy, Magma, Arab on Radar, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Sun Ra Arkestra, Lou Reed, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.

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)