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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.

All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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 Ohio Players record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Dennis Brown, Ludus, Rufus Thomas, Blake Baxter, Anakelly, Glenn Branca, Faraquet, MC5, Newcleus, the Germs, ABC, Erasure, Lou Christie, Quando Quango, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, One Last Wish, Index, Infiniti, UT, The Sound, 48th St. Collective, Marmalade, Jandek, Skarface, The Pretty Things, The Last Poets, Lou Reed, Theoretical Girls, Barbara Tucker, The Busters, Magazine, The Pop Group, X-Ray Spex, the Association, Eden Ahbez, Robert Wyatt, The Beau Brummels, Graham Central Station, Nico, Simply Red, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Bizarre Inc., The Motions, Flamin' Groovies, Masters at Work, The American Breed, Symarip, 8 Eyed Spy, Ash Ra Tempel, Cabaret Voltaire, James White and The Blacks, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Buckinghams, The Martian, Wolf Eyes, It's A Beautiful Day, Barrington Levy, The Count Five, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Amon Düül, The Barracudas, James Chance & The Contortions, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.

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)