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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.

All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Siglo XX, Flamin' Groovies, Man Parrish, Joensuu 1685, Intrusion, The Sisters of Mercy, Kaleidoscope, The American Breed, Hoover, Soul II Soul, Average White Band, Outsiders, Pere Ubu, OOIOO, Gabor Szabo, Sunsets and Hearts, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Maleditus Sound, Parry Music, Quadrant, Tommy Roe, Yellowson, The Real Kids, Terrestrial Tones, June of 44, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Fear, Anakelly, Sun Ra Arkestra, Massinfluence, Y Pants, Excepter, Lee Hazlewood, Pagans, Darondo, Reagan Youth, Barbara Tucker, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Khruangbin, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Eurythmics, DJ Sneak, The Index, Radiohead, Lucky Dragons, The Kinks, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Simply Red, DeepChord presents Echospace, Althea and Donna, AZ, Joey Negro, Black Bananas, the Normal, Babytalk, X-Ray Spex, the Sonics, Eve St. Jones, Heaven 17, Mr. Review, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.

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)