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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.

All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Aloha Tigers, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Duran Duran, The Move, Roy Ayers, L. Decosne, The Knickerbockers, Heavy D & The Boyz, DeepChord presents Echospace, Faust, Yusef Lateef, Black Pus, Eurythmics, Thee Headcoats, The Happenings, The Motions, Davy DMX, Scrapy, Hoover, Franke, Byron Stingily, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Nik Kershaw, The Evens, Derrick Morgan, Throbbing Gristle, Blossom Toes, Section 25, Desert Stars, The Standells, Wasted Youth, D'Angelo, Hardrive, Wally Richardson, Niagra, the Human League, Danielle Patucci, Marine Girls, Maleditus Sound, Lower 48, Moebius, Marmalade, Al Stewart, Michelle Simonal, DJ Style, Vainqueur, Panda Bear, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Ralphi Rosario, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Henry Cow, The Fugs, The J.B.'s, June Days, New York Dolls, LL Cool J, The Dirtbombs, The Associates, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, It's A Beautiful Day, The Trojans, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.

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)