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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Grey Daturas, Jandek, Scratch Acid, the Human League, Lebanon Hanover, Michelle Simonal, Isaac Hayes, Eric Copeland, Pussy Galore, The Invisible, CMW, Soft Cell, Prince Buster, The Smiths, Be Bop Deluxe, The Star Department, Gang Starr, Sexual Harrassment, Half Japanese, Magazine, Albert Ayler, Danielle Patucci, Yazoo, Mars, Cal Tjader, Smog, Underground Resistance, Ultimate Spinach, Lou Christie, Sun Ra, Dual Sessions, Warsaw, One Last Wish, Babytalk, The Busters, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Electric Prunes, T.S.O.L., Lucky Dragons, The Divine Comedy, The Litter, Kevin Saunderson, Funkadelic, David Axelrod, Altered Images, MC5, Ice-T, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Girls At Our Best!, Monolake, Crispy Ambulance, The Skatalites, Eric B and Rakim, Oppenheimer Analysis, Moby Grape, Rhythm & Sound, Black Pus, E-Dancer, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Kool Moe Dee, Toni Rubio, Bluetip, Harmonia, Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.

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)