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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Mandrill, Wire, Davy DMX, Lungfish, Mars, Sun Ra Arkestra, Joy Division, Dennis Brown, Robert Görl, Inner City, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Laurel Aitken, A Flock of Seagulls, Donny Hathaway, Altered Images, Parry Music, Mad Mike, Eyeless In Gaza, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Motorama, Agitation Free, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Gregory Isaacs, the Human League, Anakelly, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gang Starr, Organ, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Aswad, The Doobie Brothers, Flipper, Essential Logic, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Happenings, ABC, Q65, The United States of America, MDC, Blossom Toes, kango's stein massive, Matthew Halsall, Tommy Roe, Little Man, Steve Hackett, The Mummies, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, New Order, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Walker Brothers, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The J.B.'s, Clear Light, The Modern Lovers, Jeru the Damaja, Ash Ra Tempel, Joey Negro, Eric Dolphy, John Foxx, The Zeros, Sly & The Family Stone, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.

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)