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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.

All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nils Olav, John Holt, Bad Manners, Urselle, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Khruangbin, Q and Not U, Lucky Dragons, The Raincoats, Television Personalities, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Black Bananas, Dead Boys, Nas, Mandrill, Fatback Band, Eyeless In Gaza, Yaz, Stereo Dub, Lou Reed, Second Layer, Sam Rivers, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Lou Reed & John Cale, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Pierre Henry, The Tremeloes, X-102, It's A Beautiful Day, Dorothy Ashby, Juan Atkins, Clear Light, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Selector Dub Narcotic, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Cosmic Jokers, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Junior Murvin, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, the Slits, Warsaw, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Johnny Osbourne, Gang Starr, Moby Grape, Crispy Ambulance, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Tres Demented, T. Rex, Television, Al Stewart, Radiohead, Ten City, Tropical Tobacco, Oneida, Los Fastidios, Rosa Yemen, Aloha Tigers, The United States of America, Blake Baxter, Aaron Thompson, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.

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)