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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.

All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Mummies, Surgeon, Jandek, Arthur Verocai, Lebanon Hanover, Matthew Bourne, The Shadows of Knight, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Soulsonic Force, Warren Ellis, Blossom Toes, Gang Green, The Sound, Radiohead, Newcleus, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Scratch Acid, Pylon, DNA, Davy DMX, Little Man, John Foxx, Bush Tetras, Liliput, Banda Bassotti, Fela Kuti, Eric B and Rakim, Glambeats Corp., Delta 5, Charles Mingus, kango's stein massive, Oneida, Sam Rivers, The Fire Engines, Nils Olav, Cabaret Voltaire, Soft Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Gil Scott Heron, The Invisible, Sarah Menescal, Matthew Halsall, Sixth Finger, Boogie Down Productions, Saccharine Trust, Tom Boy, Radio Birdman, These Immortal Souls, Jeru the Damaja, Freddie Wadling, Swans, Toni Rubio, Danielle Patucci, Basic Channel, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Negative Approach, Groovy Waters, Technova, the Normal, David McCallum, Audionom, The Saints, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.

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)