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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.

All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Flash Fearless, Kevin Saunderson, Eli Mardock, Arcadia, Gastr Del Sol, Ash Ra Tempel, Fela Kuti, Alison Limerick, Big Daddy Kane, Sonic Youth, The Slits, DJ Sneak, Smog, The Wake, The Skatalites, The Pop Group, a-ha, FM Einheit, Intrusion, The Mummies, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Donald Byrd, Blossom Toes, Bizarre Inc., Archie Shepp, Jacques Brel, Carl Craig, Chris & Cosey, Malaria!, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Henry Cow, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Alton Ellis, Toni Rubio, Aaron Thompson, Wolf Eyes, Danielle Patucci, Von Mondo, The Sound, Japan, Section 25, John Foxx, Sight & Sound, The Associates, Ludus, Gang Gang Dance, Royal Trux, Aloha Tigers, Schoolly D, Anthony Braxton, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Agitation Free, Ronan, Second Layer, Barbara Tucker, Iggy Pop, Arab on Radar, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.

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)