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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.

All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Y Pants, Fort Wilson Riot, Sun Ra, Terrestrial Tones, Matthew Bourne, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Frankie Knuckles, Kenny Larkin, Bob Dylan, CMW, Donny Hathaway, Godley & Creme, The Young Rascals, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Cheater Slicks, Gang Starr, The Pretty Things, Jimmy McGriff, Altered Images, The Leaves, Slick Rick, Boz Scaggs, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Hashim, Pagans, Sister Nancy, The Stooges, The Kinks, Gerry Rafferty, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Simply Red, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, One Last Wish, Tomorrow, Angry Samoans, The Fall, The Skatalites, Howard Jones, Crispy Ambulance, Popol Vuh, Piero Umiliani, Nick Fraelich, Underground Resistance, Echospace, Crispian St. Peters, John Holt, Qualms, Wings, DeepChord presents Echospace, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Nas, Bush Tetras, The Five Americans, 48th St. Collective, Accadde A, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Radio Birdman, Skarface, Hasil Adkins, Faust, JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.

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)