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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Gichy Dan, Au Pairs, U.S. Maple, Outsiders, Soft Machine, The Moleskins, The Young Rascals, Jacob Miller, Essential Logic, Robert Wyatt, Matthew Bourne, Echo & the Bunnymen, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Slackers, Roxette, The Monks, The Mighty Diamonds, Nick Fraelich, James Chance & The Contortions, 10cc, The New Christs, Warren Ellis, The J.B.'s, Kenny Larkin, Zapp, the Association, Wolf Eyes, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Dawn Penn, The Techniques, Radiopuhelimet, Nas, PIL, Bill Wells, Barbara Tucker, Electric Light Orchestra, Sex Pistols, The Evens, Gian Franco Pienzio, Liaisons Dangereuses, Animal Collective, Radio Birdman, The Sonics, The Litter, Panda Bear, World's Most, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Seeds, Excepter, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, China Crisis, Main Source, Scott Walker, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sugar Minott, Blake Baxter, Anakelly, Y Pants, Skaos, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.

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)