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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.

All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Thee Headcoats, Hasil Adkins, Jesper Dahlbäck, Porter Ricks, Gichy Dan, Arthur Verocai, The Five Americans, Terry Callier, Organ, Neil Young, Sam Rivers, The Evens, Gang Starr, DJ Style, the Swans, Technova, Moebius, Sexual Harrassment, Bluetip, Cecil Taylor, The Selecter, Dorothy Ashby, Altered Images, Girls At Our Best!, Peter & Gordon, Bill Wells, The Sonics, Graham Central Station, Alphaville, X-Ray Spex, Scientists, Max Romeo, Janne Schatter, John Holt, The Saints, Monolake, Schoolly D, The Golliwogs, Smog, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Slave, One Last Wish, The Leaves, Second Layer, Gil Scott Heron, Liaisons Dangereuses, Spoonie Gee, Kerri Chandler, Vladislav Delay, Fifty Foot Hose, Bobby Sherman, The Raincoats, Ten City, The Busters, Patti Smith, The Associates, Stiv Bators, Lee Hazlewood, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Unwound, Leonard Cohen, Harry Pussy, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)