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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

John Cale, T.S.O.L., Rakim, Tropical Tobacco, Janne Schatter, Susan Cadogan, Nas, Little Man, cv313, The Beau Brummels, Minny Pops, Jacob Miller, Frankie Knuckles, The Gap Band, Buzzcocks, Cabaret Voltaire, Minor Threat, The Gories, The Fire Engines, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Cowsills, Ponytail, Hasil Adkins, Sixth Finger, Section 25, Popol Vuh, Monolake, Fugazi, Oblivians, Freddie Wadling, The Flesh Eaters, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Albert Ayler, Tomorrow, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Curtis Mayfield, Motorama, The Techniques, kango's stein massive, Sonic Youth, Accadde A, David McCallum, Ultramagnetic MC's, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Pole, Johnny Osbourne, Davy DMX, Shoche, The Seeds, Matthew Halsall, Electric Prunes, Amon Düül II, the Swans, Simply Red, Sarah Menescal, Grauzone, Second Layer, Shuggie Otis, The Index, Anakelly, DJ Sneak, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.

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)