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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.

All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Royal Trux, Television, Scion, Altered Images, Isaac Hayes, James Chance & The Contortions, Louis and Bebe Barron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Letta Mbulu, K-Klass, The J.B.'s, Saccharine Trust, Underground Resistance, Junior Murvin, Quando Quango, Eden Ahbez, DeepChord presents Echospace, Kings Of Tomorrow, Boredoms, Mandrill, Radio Birdman, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Loose Ends, The Walker Brothers, Slick Rick, Theoretical Girls, Von Mondo, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Gap Band, Flash Fearless, the Swans, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Hardrive, Zero Boys, Oneida, Whodini, The Smiths, Deakin, Quantec, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Flipper, Pierre Henry, Intrusion, Yusef Lateef, The Durutti Column, Sun Ra Arkestra, Kenny Larkin, Warren Ellis, Crime, Surgeon, Sam Rivers, The Knickerbockers, Sonic Youth, Marc Almond, Peter and Kerry, The Music Machine, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Blackbyrds, DJ Sneak, Rod Modell, Joe Smooth, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.

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)