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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.

All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Idris Muhammad, Sister Nancy, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Mighty Diamonds, Model 500, Delta 5, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Black Sheep, Jesper Dahlback, Outsiders, Be Bop Deluxe, The Invisible, The Vogues, Subhumans, Eurythmics, Ronan, Slick Rick, Fluxion, Joe Smooth, Tommy Roe, Saccharine Trust, Shoche, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Alton Ellis, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ken Boothe, Sonny Sharrock, Kool Moe Dee, The Leaves, Pierre Henry, The Toasters, Easy Going, Lyres, Parry Music, Pantaleimon, Kas Product, The Cowsills, Tim Buckley, Groovy Waters, The Smiths, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Sex Pistols, Aswad, Chrome, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Howard Jones, Gang of Four, Terrestrial Tones, Reuben Wilson, the Slits, Avey Tare, Theoretical Girls, Gerry Rafferty, Black Pus, The Grass Roots, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.

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)