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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.

All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Faraquet, kango's stein massive, Sister Nancy, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Connie Case, Michelle Simonal, Tubeway Army, Kaleidoscope, Skarface, Funky Four + One, Country Joe & The Fish, Beasts of Bourbon, Bill Near, The Evens, Y Pants, Ajijia Myrayebe, Gang Gang Dance, DJ Sneak, Boz Scaggs, Sällskapet, Mark Hollis, Larry & the Blue Notes, Cameo, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Hot Snakes, Nas, Man Parrish, Heaven 17, Max Romeo, The Gap Band, The Skatalites, Sun Ra, Lou Reed & Metallica, Alton Ellis, ABBA, Jerry's Kids, Duran Duran, Spandau Ballet, John Cale, Electric Light Orchestra, Delta 5, OOIOO, Laurel Aitken, 8 Eyed Spy, D'Angelo, Television Personalities, Wolf Eyes, Pantytec, Amazonics, The J.B.'s, Fugazi, Severed Heads, Buzzcocks, Minor Threat, Radio Birdman, Sex Pistols, The Standells, The Young Rascals, Scott Walker, Vladislav Delay, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)