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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.

All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joe Finger, Gang Starr, Larry & the Blue Notes, Dark Day, Yusef Lateef, F. McDonald, Porter Ricks, Fear, Cal Tjader, Nas, Chrome, B.T. Express, Unrelated Segments, Selector Dub Narcotic, Matthew Bourne, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Franke, John Lydon, Gastr Del Sol, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), In Retrospect, Neu!, Roy Ayers, DJ Style, X-102, The Divine Comedy, Todd Terry, The Smoke, Neil Young, The Moody Blues, A Certain Ratio, Mr. Review, Skarface, Thee Headcoats, Ralphi Rosario, Warsaw, Marc Almond, The Electric Prunes, James Chance & The Contortions, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, David McCallum, The Royal Family And The Poor, Aural Exciters, David Axelrod, the Sonics, Masters at Work, Clear Light, Derrick May, Darondo, Lyres, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Stooges, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Danielle Patucci, Marvin Gaye, Ten City, The Sisters of Mercy, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.

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)