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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.

All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marcia Griffiths, Boredoms, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Rufus Thomas, The Monochrome Set, Neu!, Organ, Zero Boys, Franke, ABC, Faust, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Ronnie Foster, Soul Sonic Force, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Bill Wells, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Cymande, Matthew Bourne, Crime, Stockholm Monsters, Hashim, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Aaron Thompson, Deakin, Jeff Lynne, X-102, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Urselle, Joyce Sims, Avey Tare, Spoonie Gee, The Smiths, Fort Wilson Riot, Lou Reed & John Cale, Television Personalities, CMW, Whodini, Marc Almond, Louis and Bebe Barron, Black Moon, Bauhaus, Harmonia, Thee Headcoats, Mad Mike, Groovy Waters, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Peter and Kerry, Kerrie Biddell, Pierre Henry, Dennis Brown, Zapp, Chris & Cosey, Rites of Spring, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, T.S.O.L., Altered Images, Subhumans, Cecil Taylor, Gichy Dan, Be Bop Deluxe, Duran Duran, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.

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)