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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.

All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Skatalites, Prince Buster, These Immortal Souls, Sällskapet, The Moody Blues, Cluster, The Modern Lovers, Echo & the Bunnymen, Eden Ahbez, Eric Dolphy, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Drexciya, Pierre Henry, Faust, Jesper Dahlback, Girls At Our Best!, The Star Department, Smog, Half Japanese, John Lydon, China Crisis, The Jesus and Mary Chain, In Retrospect, Minny Pops, Pharoah Sanders, Faraquet, John Coltrane, Chrome, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Fad Gadget, Bluetip, The Real Kids, John Foxx, The Cramps, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Busters, Country Teasers, The Trojans, the Fania All-Stars, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, KRS-One, Y Pants, Joe Finger, Slave, The Durutti Column, Popol Vuh, Section 25, Bobby Womack, Barbara Tucker, Severed Heads, Hoover, Camouflage, The Golliwogs, Sparks, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Marine Girls, Tim Buckley, Jimmy McGriff, The Zeros, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Eyeless In Gaza, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)