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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.

All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The United States of America, Vainqueur, The Mojo Men, CMW, Rotary Connection, Man Parrish, Louis and Bebe Barron, Theoretical Girls, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Nik Kershaw, Lee Hazlewood, Alton Ellis, The Fortunes, Sugar Minott, Negative Approach, Kas Product, Ash Ra Tempel, The Flesh Eaters, The Fire Engines, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Ice-T, The Invisible, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Grass Roots, Country Joe & The Fish, Nirvana, Cheater Slicks, Magma, Agitation Free, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Deakin, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Alarm Clocks, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Hoover, Pole, The Cramps, Cluster, Soul Sonic Force, Lightning Bolt, Junior Murvin, Whodini, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Delon & Dalcan, Darondo, Slave, Laurel Aitken, Lakeside, Warren Ellis, Lou Reed & John Cale, Bang On A Can, Brothers Johnson, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Iggy Pop, Panda Bear, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The American Breed, Liaisons Dangereuses, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.

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)