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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.

All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sixth Finger, Franke, The Doors, Mark Hollis, The Techniques, Peter and Kerry, Alton Ellis, The Five Americans, The Invisible, Oneida, The Move, Mantronix, Davy DMX, AZ, Aswad, Graham Central Station, DeepChord presents Echospace, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Moss Icon, Urselle, Danielle Patucci, Liliput, Goldenarms, Jandek, The Alarm Clocks, Lungfish, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Leonard Cohen, Mandrill, Derrick Morgan, Bootsy Collins, Howard Jones, Black Pus, It's A Beautiful Day, Circle Jerks, Cabaret Voltaire, Pole, Ronan, Todd Rundgren, Interpol, 48th St. Collective, Laurel Aitken, The Mummies, The Gories, Symarip, Rosa Yemen, The Saints, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Crash Course in Science, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Searchers, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Kool Moe Dee, Camberwell Now, Gang of Four, The Pop Group, Chris & Cosey, Jesper Dahlback, Godley & Creme, The Doobie Brothers, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.

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)