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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.

All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Shuggie Otis, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Bill Near, Newcleus, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Dead Boys, Camouflage, Sex Pistols, Terry Callier, Wire, Pulsallama, John Foxx, Yellowson, Oneida, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Victims, Chris Corsano, a-ha, The Mummies, The Martian, Fifty Foot Hose, the Soft Cell, Dawn Penn, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Nas, Amazonics, Qualms, Blossom Toes, Judy Mowatt, LL Cool J, Fort Wilson Riot, The Pop Group, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Colin Newman, Bush Tetras, Sarah Menescal, Livin' Joy, Thee Headcoats, Swell Maps, Basic Channel, DJ Style, Gang of Four, The Smiths, T.S.O.L., Youth Brigade, Spoonie Gee, Ohio Players, Cluster, Marcia Griffiths, Don Cherry, Brothers Johnson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Peter and Kerry, Depeche Mode, Radiohead, Goldenarms, Grey Daturas, The Monochrome Set, Brick, Marine Girls, Lalo Schifrin, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.

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)