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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.

All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rites of Spring, The Flesh Eaters, Peter & Gordon, Black Flag, Patti Smith, The Red Krayola, The Fire Engines, The United States of America, The Trojans, Trumans Water, The Kinks, Malaria!, Young Marble Giants, the Slits, Blossom Toes, Eden Ahbez, Jeff Lynne, Larry & the Blue Notes, Erykah Badu, Sonic Youth, The Knickerbockers, Sugar Minott, Juan Atkins, OOIOO, Sunsets and Hearts, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Colin Newman, Heavy D & The Boyz, Leonard Cohen, KRS-One, The Divine Comedy, Crash Course in Science, The Mojo Men, The Martian, Gang Green, Pylon, Girls At Our Best!, Connie Case, The Cosmic Jokers, Howard Jones, Warsaw, Henry Cow, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Roxy Music, D'Angelo, Lungfish, Guru Guru, James White and The Blacks, Pantytec, Public Enemy, X-101, Bootsy Collins, The Gap Band, The Names, David McCallum, Duran Duran, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Man Eating Sloth, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Sight & Sound, Hashim, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.

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)