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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.

All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Saccharine Trust, Kerri Chandler, Kas Product, The American Breed, The Tremeloes, Cal Tjader, Cluster, the Bar-Kays, Television Personalities, Kayak, Kango’s Stein Massive, Brick, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Oblivians, Johnny Clarke, Urselle, Gabor Szabo, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Beasts of Bourbon, Cymande, The Selecter, John Coltrane, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Moby Grape, Maleditus Sound, Fatback Band, Marcia Griffiths, UT, Scion, Connie Case, Max Romeo, Archie Shepp, Ronan, Pet Shop Boys, Roxy Music, Quando Quango, The Motions, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Nirvana, Soft Cell, Metal Thangz, The Beau Brummels, B.T. Express, Silicon Teens, Crispian St. Peters, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Marmalade, Albert Ayler, Sexual Harrassment, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Scratch Acid, Gong, The Saints, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Heaven 17, Rod Modell, Dave Gahan, Big Daddy Kane, Donny Hathaway, The Mummies, Pagans, Eve St. Jones, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.

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)