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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.

All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Alarm Clocks, Alice Coltrane, Jawbox, Andrew Hill, Brass Construction, Big Daddy Kane, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Dave Gahan, Chris & Cosey, Newcleus, Sun Ra, Roy Ayers, Crash Course in Science, Slick Rick, Delon & Dalcan, Cal Tjader, The Monochrome Set, L. Decosne, Fatback Band, F. McDonald, Gang of Four, Rhythm & Sound, MC5, Lou Christie, John Holt, It's A Beautiful Day, X-101, Sun City Girls, cv313, Los Fastidios, Accadde A, The New Christs, Grey Daturas, Dark Day, Anakelly, Surgeon, Scrapy, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Erasure, Maurizio, Electric Prunes, Robert Hood, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Liliput, Leonard Cohen, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Soft Machine, Eddi Front, The Blues Magoos, Dorothy Ashby, Massinfluence, Pet Shop Boys, Boogie Down Productions, the Fania All-Stars, Chrome, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Buckinghams, Minutemen, Harry Pussy, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Underground Resistance, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.

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)