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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.

All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Organ, Pantaleimon, Cal Tjader, Sound Behaviour, Adolescents, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Peter and Kerry, Tim Buckley, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The New Christs, Blossom Toes, Eyeless In Gaza, The Dave Clark Five, Gian Franco Pienzio, Bill Wells, Pussy Galore, Lou Reed, The Slits, Terrestrial Tones, Schoolly D, Man Eating Sloth, R.M.O., Joey Negro, The Young Rascals, Ornette Coleman, Delta 5, Underground Resistance, Eddi Front, Magazine, The Pop Group, Wally Richardson, The Neon Judgement, PIL, Toni Rubio, Das Ding, Mars, Goldenarms, Tres Demented, Sparks, MDC, The Knickerbockers, Faraquet, Man Parrish, Malaria!, Robert Wyatt, Alton Ellis, The Sisters of Mercy, Crooked Eye, Aural Exciters, Lebanon Hanover, Metal Thangz, Yellowson, David Bowie, The Cosmic Jokers, Black Pus, Yazoo, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Anakelly, Lee Hazlewood, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.

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)