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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.

All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

X-102, Trumans Water, It's A Beautiful Day, Ten City, The Cramps, The Mojo Men, Second Layer, Matthew Bourne, Camouflage, The Gap Band, Barrington Levy, Roxy Music, K-Klass, cv313, Barbara Tucker, Rosa Yemen, Tomorrow, Half Japanese, Khruangbin, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, One Last Wish, Flash Fearless, Gichy Dan, Scratch Acid, Scott Walker, Al Stewart, Tom Boy, The Raincoats, Drive Like Jehu, Qualms, Country Joe & The Fish, Bobbi Humphrey, The Tremeloes, John Coltrane, Fear, Essential Logic, The Jesus and Mary Chain, PIL, Lou Christie, Mission of Burma, The Happenings, Juan Atkins, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Joe Smooth, Fugazi, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Sugar Minott, David McCallum, Deakin, Althea and Donna, Brick, The Dave Clark Five, Radiopuhelimet, Jesper Dahlback, Drexciya, Basic Channel, Country Teasers, Oneida, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Durutti Column, EPMD, Sun Ra, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).

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)