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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.

All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Skarface, Wings, Masters at Work, Steve Hackett, Quantec, Charles Mingus, Hoover, Juan Atkins, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, F. McDonald, The Victims, Cameo, the Normal, MC5, DJ Style, Siglo XX, Gian Franco Pienzio, Sly & The Family Stone, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Offenders, The Cure, Delta 5, Depeche Mode, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Maurizio, Rosa Yemen, Fad Gadget, The Skatalites, These Immortal Souls, The Misunderstood, Malaria!, The Walker Brothers, Alton Ellis, Young Marble Giants, Boz Scaggs, Porter Ricks, Alison Limerick, Duran Duran, B.T. Express, The Techniques, The Searchers, The Modern Lovers, Chrome, Thompson Twins, Anthony Braxton, Soulsonic Force, The Saints, The Angels of Light, Ultravox, China Crisis, Kings Of Tomorrow, The United States of America, Derrick May, Ken Boothe, The Flesh Eaters, Kayak, Sonic Youth, Surgeon, Bronski Beat, Deepchord, Hasil Adkins, Nirvana, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)