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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.

All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jimmy McGriff, Bang On A Can, David Axelrod, Absolute Body Control, The Index, The Motions, Franke, the Swans, Gang Gang Dance, Drexciya, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Byron Stingily, Arthur Verocai, Hot Snakes, Roxette, Lou Reed & John Cale, Man Parrish, Lakeside, Clear Light, The Move, The Cure, Trumans Water, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Susan Cadogan, 8 Eyed Spy, Joey Negro, Bobby Hutcherson, Gregory Isaacs, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Brick, Au Pairs, The Names, KRS-One, Sarah Menescal, Skaos, James Chance & The Contortions, John Holt, Scrapy, Inner City, Nirvana, Urselle, Don Cherry, Yazoo, the Slits, Animal Collective, Pantaleimon, E-Dancer, Kurtis Blow, Groovy Waters, The Golliwogs, Robert Hood, Vladislav Delay, La Düsseldorf, Half Japanese, Sam Rivers, Jacob Miller, Make Up, Spoonie Gee, Popol Vuh, Slick Rick, Youth Brigade, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.

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)