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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.

All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moody Blues, Harry Pussy, The Cure, Motorama, The Real Kids, Cecil Taylor, David McCallum, The Index, Gang of Four, The Gun Club, Panda Bear, Lee Hazlewood, The Young Rascals, Marmalade, Sam Rivers, E-Dancer, The Seeds, Aloha Tigers, Tres Demented, The Tremeloes, The Kinks, Fugazi, Au Pairs, H. Thieme, Scott Walker, The Standells, Young Marble Giants, JFA, Sound Behaviour, Angry Samoans, Drexciya, The Busters, Avey Tare, Joensuu 1685, Schoolly D, K-Klass, Nick Fraelich, Yellowson, Black Bananas, Soul Sonic Force, Lakeside, Second Layer, Bill Near, John Holt, Sonic Youth, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The New Christs, Amon Düül, Radiopuhelimet, Radio Birdman, Darondo, Lebanon Hanover, Scrapy, Throbbing Gristle, Aswad, X-Ray Spex, ABBA, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.

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)