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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.

All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Johnny Clarke, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Martian, Hoover, The Beau Brummels, Cecil Taylor, Andrew Hill, The Evens, B.T. Express, Quantec, Smog, Joe Smooth, Wings, Johnny Osbourne, Roxy Music, The American Breed, It's A Beautiful Day, The Litter, Agent Orange, Sparks, Black Moon, L. Decosne, Moby Grape, Negative Approach, Essential Logic, cv313, Frankie Knuckles, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Shoche, Agitation Free, Gang Gang Dance, Gichy Dan, The J.B.'s, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, World's Most, Glambeats Corp., Lou Reed & Metallica, Stetsasonic, Sam Rivers, Adolescents, Lou Christie, Brass Construction, Shuggie Otis, Quadrant, Procol Harum, Jerry's Kids, Matthew Bourne, Suicide, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Searchers, Wire, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Bizarre Inc., the Fania All-Stars, Sonic Youth, The Neon Judgement, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Black Pus, Man Parrish, Gil Scott Heron, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Smiths, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.

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)