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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.

All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Strawberry Alarm Clock, Easy Going, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Martian, Toni Rubio, Aswad, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Buckinghams, Jacques Brel, Von Mondo, The Searchers, Television Personalities, Slick Rick, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Organ, New Order, Pantaleimon, H. Thieme, Magazine, Dennis Brown, John Foxx, Young Marble Giants, Urselle, Ornette Coleman, Animal Collective, Dorothy Ashby, Byron Stingily, Adolescents, Skaos, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Electric Prunes, Ituana, Guru Guru, Radio Birdman, Louis and Bebe Barron, Camouflage, Surgeon, Fluxion, Fad Gadget, ABBA, Monks, The Victims, Bauhaus, Sandy B, The Royal Family And The Poor, Bob Dylan, Bobby Sherman, Bill Near, The Dead C, Glenn Branca, Black Pus, L. Decosne, Cabaret Voltaire, a-ha, Juan Atkins, The Trojans, Grey Daturas, Man Parrish, Ralphi Rosario, Danielle Patucci, Soulsonic Force, Bush Tetras, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.

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)