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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.

All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Dahlbäck, The Divine Comedy, Guru Guru, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, B.T. Express, Unrelated Segments, Hot Snakes, Soul II Soul, Slave, Jeff Lynne, Brass Construction, Sun Ra Arkestra, Harpers Bizarre, The Searchers, Todd Rundgren, OOIOO, Radiopuhelimet, Isaac Hayes, The Techniques, Colin Newman, The Vogues, The Flesh Eaters, Bill Wells, Nils Olav, Animal Collective, The Golliwogs, Adolescents, The Kinks, Rapeman, Glenn Branca, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Associates, Hasil Adkins, Franke, The Mojo Men, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Charles Mingus, Sight & Sound, Cabaret Voltaire, Whodini, Aural Exciters, Flipper, Loose Ends, The Move, Dual Sessions, The Beau Brummels, Sister Nancy, Skarface, Albert Ayler, Quadrant, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sam Rivers, The Wake, Susan Cadogan, Procol Harum, Brand Nubian, Ituana, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Arab on Radar, Marcia Griffiths, Minny Pops, Banda Bassotti, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.

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)