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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.

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

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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Radiohead, The Knickerbockers, Juan Atkins, The Gories, Radio Birdman, This Heat, Bauhaus, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kings Of Tomorrow, Ken Boothe, Connie Case, Lalann, Jeff Lynne, Sound Behaviour, The Stooges, The Angels of Light, Scientists, Idris Muhammad, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Joe Finger, Fort Wilson Riot, Theoretical Girls, Kerrie Biddell, Bobby Sherman, The American Breed, Reagan Youth, David Axelrod, Mr. Review, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Godley & Creme, The Buckinghams, Johnny Clarke, Sun City Girls, Tommy Roe, Yusef Lateef, Jawbox, Hoover, The Dave Clark Five, Infiniti, Prince Buster, Dennis Brown, Moss Icon, The Pretty Things, Echospace, Letta Mbulu, Chris & Cosey, Erykah Badu, Gil Scott Heron, Urselle, Gabor Szabo, Skriet, The Pop Group, Outsiders, Soft Machine, The Invisible, Thompson Twins, A Flock of Seagulls, Sly & The Family Stone, The Offenders, Lou Reed, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Lebanon Hanover, Technova, Kevin Saunderson, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.

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)