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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.

All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Country Teasers, Deakin, The Buckinghams, Los Fastidios, Tropical Tobacco, UT, Dark Day, Alison Limerick, Jacques Brel, Nik Kershaw, Fat Boys, Rapeman, Donald Byrd, The Red Krayola, Tears for Fears, The Stooges, DNA, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Procol Harum, Parry Music, Chris & Cosey, Harmonia, Bobbi Humphrey, Sonny Sharrock, Magma, Bush Tetras, The Leaves, K-Klass, Tom Boy, Ultra Naté, Matthew Halsall, Moby Grape, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Connie Case, The Searchers, Subhumans, Surgeon, Quantec, Joey Negro, The Angels of Light, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Residents, The Misunderstood, Lakeside, One Last Wish, The Fugs, T.S.O.L., Kerri Chandler, Reagan Youth, The Offenders, Absolute Body Control, The Alarm Clocks, Dorothy Ashby, The Durutti Column, The Doobie Brothers, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Section 25, Danielle Patucci, AZ, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.

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)