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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.

All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jesper Dahlback, The Sonics, Unrelated Segments, Stockholm Monsters, World's Most, Oblivians, Electric Light Orchestra, Radiopuhelimet, The J.B.'s, Underground Resistance, Altered Images, OOIOO, Little Man, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, R.M.O., Black Sheep, These Immortal Souls, Yellowson, The Searchers, Yaz, a-ha, The Slackers, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Babytalk, Mantronix, Heavy D & The Boyz, Crooked Eye, Brand Nubian, Clear Light, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Barracudas, The Evens, Matthew Halsall, Lucky Dragons, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Bob Dylan, Don Cherry, Bobbi Humphrey, the Fania All-Stars, Boz Scaggs, Black Flag, Maleditus Sound, Rites of Spring, Ronan, Echospace, The Standells, Bobby Womack, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Sugar Minott, Jerry's Kids, Stereo Dub, Gichy Dan, Public Enemy, Agent Orange, Warren Ellis, Mission of Burma, Grey Daturas, The Dirtbombs, Dark Day, Schoolly D, The Blackbyrds, Fat Boys, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)