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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.

All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Walker Brothers, Groovy Waters, Kaleidoscope, The Trojans, Urselle, The Divine Comedy, The Toasters, Girls At Our Best!, Marshall Jefferson, The Detroit Cobras, Yellowson, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Young Rascals, The Evens, Slave, Index, Chrome, Janne Schatter, New Order, Connie Case, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Sonic Youth, The Sound, Lebanon Hanover, Lakeside, Warren Ellis, Moss Icon, Delta 5, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Agent Orange, Wally Richardson, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Panda Bear, R.M.O., Don Cherry, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Oppenheimer Analysis, Hot Snakes, Arcadia, Glenn Branca, The Mighty Diamonds, Electric Light Orchestra, Lower 48, The Electric Prunes, Sister Nancy, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Davy DMX, Gregory Isaacs, Liaisons Dangereuses, Chris & Cosey, Fugazi, Jacob Miller, Bush Tetras, Rotary Connection, Technova, The Barracudas, Alice Coltrane, Matthew Halsall, The Real Kids, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.

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)