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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.

All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Man Eating Sloth, Organ, The Standells, New York Dolls, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Babytalk, Robert Wyatt, The Vogues, Oneida, Tres Demented, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, John Lydon, Crooked Eye, The Victims, EPMD, Hardrive, 10cc, Idris Muhammad, Mantronix, The American Breed, The Residents, Anakelly, Loose Ends, Pussy Galore, The Pretty Things, the Sonics, One Last Wish, Second Layer, Scion, Alice Coltrane, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Alton Ellis, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Roxette, Scrapy, Bluetip, Ten City, Grey Daturas, Erasure, Blancmange, Depeche Mode, Sarah Menescal, Faust, Suicide, Blossom Toes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Sällskapet, 48th St. Collective, Radio Birdman, The Evens, Index, Sun City Girls, Jacques Brel, Kango’s Stein Massive, Clear Light, Scott Walker, Sight & Sound, Accadde A, Donald Byrd, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.

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)