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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.

All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bobby Byrd, The Remains, Harmonia, Faust, Eyeless In Gaza, Rhythim Is Rhythim, K-Klass, Toni Rubio, Schoolly D, The Smiths, Skriet, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Ronan, The Cure, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Tubeway Army, The Gun Club, Section 25, Blake Baxter, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Zero Boys, Dawn Penn, Amon Düül II, The Moleskins, Yusef Lateef, Junior Murvin, Quadrant, Hot Snakes, MDC, Public Image Ltd., Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Thee Headcoats, Half Japanese, The Gories, the Fania All-Stars, Radiohead, Japan, The Wake, the Sonics, Eli Mardock, Von Mondo, Rosa Yemen, Qualms, T.S.O.L., The Mojo Men, Second Layer, Bobby Womack, Crooked Eye, Larry & the Blue Notes, A Certain Ratio, B.T. Express, The Velvet Underground, Monolake, Scratch Acid, MC5, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Nation of Ulysses, Eden Ahbez, The Selecter, Crispy Ambulance, Louis and Bebe Barron, Lower 48, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.

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)