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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.

All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Electric Light Orchestra, Jandek, Boz Scaggs, Amon Düül, Inner City, Audionom, Ronnie Foster, the Sonics, Junior Murvin, Monolake, Warsaw, Ludus, Yusef Lateef, Black Bananas, Sparks, D'Angelo, Franke, Black Moon, Urselle, Josef K, Arthur Verocai, Joensuu 1685, Hashim, Peter & Gordon, The Barracudas, Derrick Morgan, Swell Maps, Duran Duran, Lower 48, Jawbox, Shoche, The Detroit Cobras, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Connie Case, Sunsets and Hearts, X-Ray Spex, Marvin Gaye, Echo & the Bunnymen, June Days, Louis and Bebe Barron, Simply Red, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Animal Collective, T. Rex, The Flesh Eaters, Be Bop Deluxe, Smog, Bob Dylan, the Normal, Visage, Slave, John Cale, The Cowsills, Soft Machine, OOIOO, The Royal Family And The Poor, Kurtis Blow, Albert Ayler, New York Dolls, Rekid, Bang On A Can, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)