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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.

All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Alphaville, Fear, The Music Machine, Davy DMX, Inner City, Sixth Finger, Glambeats Corp., Pet Shop Boys, Thee Headcoats, Johnny Clarke, the Bar-Kays, Harry Pussy, Eric B and Rakim, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Jandek, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Happenings, Anthony Braxton, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Little Man, Erasure, Brass Construction, Radio Birdman, The Blues Magoos, Suburban Knight, John Holt, Fad Gadget, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Robert Wyatt, Kurtis Blow, The Motions, Soul Sonic Force, Ralphi Rosario, The Saints, Crash Course in Science, The Flesh Eaters, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Negative Approach, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The United States of America, Steve Hackett, Toni Rubio, The Searchers, Thompson Twins, Bobby Sherman, Adolescents, Dual Sessions, Stereo Dub, Lucky Dragons, Theoretical Girls, Monks, Erykah Badu, Intrusion, U.S. Maple, Chris & Cosey, Gang Green, Angry Samoans, Eric Copeland, Todd Rundgren, Slick Rick, The Fugs, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.

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)