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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.

All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Trumans Water, Althea and Donna, Albert Ayler, Porter Ricks, Anthony Braxton, In Retrospect, Soul II Soul, Grauzone, Pere Ubu, Kas Product, Gichy Dan, Banda Bassotti, Lakeside, The Searchers, The Leaves, Fatback Band, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Fugs, Jerry Gold Smith, T.S.O.L., The Count Five, Dead Boys, Thee Headcoats, The Alarm Clocks, The Litter, The Cosmic Jokers, Niagra, Babytalk, Yazoo, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Freddie Wadling, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ash Ra Tempel, Skriet, The Cowsills, kango's stein massive, Panda Bear, Hardrive, Ultra Naté, Duran Duran, Man Parrish, Lalann, U.S. Maple, Amon Düül, Sonny Sharrock, Spandau Ballet, The Golliwogs, Bill Near, Harmonia, Robert Hood, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Silicon Teens, The Modern Lovers, The Blues Magoos, Juan Atkins, The Star Department, The Buckinghams, The Divine Comedy, Animal Collective, Yellowson, Nirvana, Chrome, Jandek, Ice-T, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.

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)