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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.

All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Moss Icon, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Altered Images, Toni Rubio, Funky Four + One, Zero Boys, Masters at Work, Roger Hodgson, John Holt, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Dark Day, The Mummies, Mission of Burma, Mo-Dettes, Saccharine Trust, Laurel Aitken, Bizarre Inc., Harmonia, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Niagra, Aaron Thompson, Jimmy McGriff, Youth Brigade, The Sonics, Archie Shepp, Lebanon Hanover, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Max Romeo, X-101, EPMD, The Alarm Clocks, E-Dancer, Traffic Nightmare, Jeff Lynne, The Dirtbombs, Joey Negro, DJ Style, Brick, Reuben Wilson, Graham Central Station, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Silicon Teens, The Shadows of Knight, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jesper Dahlbäck, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Invisible, F. McDonald, the Association, Kevin Saunderson, Quantec, Wolf Eyes, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Eric Dolphy, Liliput, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Electric Prunes, Albert Ayler, The Divine Comedy, The Index, Flamin' Groovies, Babytalk, Black Pus, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.

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)