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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.

All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sam Rivers, Nas, The Slits, Mary Jane Girls, Steve Hackett, The Fuzztones, the Human League, Shuggie Otis, The Electric Prunes, Mad Mike, Television, Icehouse, Sad Lovers and Giants, Johnny Clarke, It's A Beautiful Day, Intrusion, Yellowson, Barbara Tucker, Blake Baxter, The Monks, Oneida, Q65, Zero Boys, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Groovy Waters, The Fugs, The Names, Michelle Simonal, Massinfluence, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Hardrive, Selector Dub Narcotic, Cecil Taylor, Isaac Hayes, The Golliwogs, Joe Smooth, Suburban Knight, Erykah Badu, Spoonie Gee, Skriet, Gastr Del Sol, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Qualms, Pierre Henry, Archie Shepp, Robert Wyatt, Zapp, Gichy Dan, Glambeats Corp., Rhythm & Sound, Lakeside, The Gap Band, Crash Course in Science, Roger Hodgson, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Fad Gadget, Cal Tjader, The Happenings, World's Most, Tom Boy, The Divine Comedy, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.

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)