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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.

All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Toni Rubio, Ash Ra Tempel, Arcadia, Nick Fraelich, Jandek, Morten Harket, Gastr Del Sol, This Heat, Yellowson, A Flock of Seagulls, Heavy D & The Boyz, Hashim, The Gories, Matthew Halsall, Rod Modell, Neil Young, Vladislav Delay, Ornette Coleman, The United States of America, Negative Approach, The Techniques, cv313, Soft Cell, Thompson Twins, Black Moon, H. Thieme, Slick Rick, Pulsallama, Warren Ellis, Bill Near, The New Christs, Judy Mowatt, Hasil Adkins, Jerry Gold Smith, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Interpol, Scientists, Outsiders, Hoover, Echo & the Bunnymen, Fad Gadget, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Remains, JFA, Inner City, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Slackers, ABC, Circle Jerks, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, the Soft Cell, The Walker Brothers, Kerrie Biddell, Steve Hackett, Black Pus, Alphaville, Pussy Galore, Kings Of Tomorrow, Simply Red, Country Joe & The Fish, Barbara Tucker, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.

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)