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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.

All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Angels of Light, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Qualms, Black Sheep, The Moody Blues, Marine Girls, X-102, Roger Hodgson, Radiopuhelimet, Talk Talk, Matthew Bourne, Excepter, Gong, Todd Rundgren, Ituana, Funkadelic, Popol Vuh, Aloha Tigers, Jeru the Damaja, Shuggie Otis, MDC, Theoretical Girls, Guru Guru, Graham Central Station, Rapeman, The Last Poets, Godley & Creme, The Vogues, Boredoms, Yazoo, The Smiths, Minnie Riperton, The Detroit Cobras, Kings Of Tomorrow, David McCallum, Donald Byrd, Half Japanese, Fat Boys, Technova, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The United States of America, Moebius, June Days, OOIOO, The Red Krayola, The Buckinghams, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gian Franco Pienzio, Peter & Gordon, Brand Nubian, Marcia Griffiths, Cameo, Girls At Our Best!, The Barracudas, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Deepchord, Ludus, Eve St. Jones, T.S.O.L., Maurizio, Chris Corsano, Man Parrish, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.

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)