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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.

All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Monolake, Derrick Morgan, The Detroit Cobras, The Dave Clark Five, Amazonics, Jeff Mills, Japan, Lebanon Hanover, Cal Tjader, The Mojo Men, Gong, Royal Trux, Minnie Riperton, Electric Light Orchestra, Ken Boothe, The Mighty Diamonds, Matthew Halsall, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Five Americans, The Motions, Lungfish, China Crisis, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, London Community Gospel Choir, Scrapy, The Chocolate Watch Band, Pussy Galore, The Music Machine, Jandek, Terry Callier, Gichy Dan, Main Source, Archie Shepp, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Angry Samoans, Throbbing Gristle, Morten Harket, The Toasters, Surgeon, Scratch Acid, Bronski Beat, Rapeman, Moss Icon, Amon Düül, The Beau Brummels, Ultimate Spinach, LL Cool J, Roxy Music, Patti Smith, Ultramagnetic MC's, K-Klass, Maurizio, Tubeway Army, Lightning Bolt, Josef K, ABC, MDC, Maleditus Sound, Scientists, Whodini, The Searchers, Joyce Sims, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.

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)