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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.

All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

10cc, Ornette Coleman, Vladislav Delay, Slick Rick, Glenn Branca, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Pantaleimon, Beasts of Bourbon, Theoretical Girls, Scratch Acid, Lou Christie, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Gun Club, Lalo Schifrin, Traffic Nightmare, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Television, Selector Dub Narcotic, Swans, Hashim, Smog, Robert Wyatt, Scott Walker, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Crooked Eye, Skaos, Pylon, Moby Grape, Country Joe & The Fish, Los Fastidios, Mission of Burma, Ronan, AZ, Public Image Ltd., Mantronix, Boz Scaggs, John Lydon, Scan 7, Crime, Matthew Bourne, Chris & Cosey, Trumans Water, Nico, Jacob Miller, The Pop Group, The J.B.'s, Sparks, Model 500, Animal Collective, Flamin' Groovies, The Five Americans, Ajijia Myrayebe, Mark Hollis, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Bill Wells, CMW, Morten Harket, Peter & Gordon, The Red Krayola, The Durutti Column, Albert Ayler, Sight & Sound, Depeche Mode, 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)