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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Fall, Buzzcocks, Subhumans, the Swans, Todd Terry, Electric Prunes, Peter and Kerry, Dead Boys, Patti Smith, Stetsasonic, The Index, Unrelated Segments, Saccharine Trust, Soulsonic Force, The Slits, Gang Gang Dance, Aural Exciters, The United States of America, Pere Ubu, Delon & Dalcan, Accadde A, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Sonic Youth, Eddi Front, Masters at Work, Neil Young, Lebanon Hanover, Minor Threat, Dark Day, Monolake, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Tommy Roe, Selector Dub Narcotic, Country Joe & The Fish, Sad Lovers and Giants, Man Parrish, The Cosmic Jokers, The Five Americans, Fat Boys, Bauhaus, Oneida, Moebius, Fort Wilson Riot, Marine Girls, Stockholm Monsters, Lalo Schifrin, The Vogues, Lakeside, Flipper, Newcleus, Juan Atkins, These Immortal Souls, Larry & the Blue Notes, Kurtis Blow, Prince Buster, Marvin Gaye, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Chris Corsano, Gregory Isaacs, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.

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)