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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.

All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arcadia, Fat Boys, Idris Muhammad, The Standells, Amazonics, Minnie Riperton, Dawn Penn, Excepter, kango's stein massive, Bob Dylan, Hoover, Bobby Sherman, Davy DMX, June Days, The Moleskins, Grandmaster Flash, the Sonics, Deadbeat, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Boogie Down Productions, Depeche Mode, Black Bananas, Country Teasers, Cameo, Bobby Hutcherson, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Scott Walker, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Derrick Morgan, Young Marble Giants, Joy Division, Bang on a Can All-Stars, DJ Sneak, The Gun Club, Harry Pussy, Joe Smooth, Aaron Thompson, the Human League, Talk Talk, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Jacques Brel, the Normal, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, KRS-One, Tubeway Army, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Supertramp, Monolake, Eli Mardock, The Associates, The Cosmic Jokers, The Gories, Easy Going, The Toasters, Dorothy Ashby, Beasts of Bourbon, Japan, Surgeon, Fear, Sound Behaviour, Maurizio, Piero Umiliani, Pulsallama, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.

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)