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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.

All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Eric Copeland, Guru Guru, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, London Community Gospel Choir, Soft Cell, Camberwell Now, Electric Light Orchestra, Jeru the Damaja, cv313, Make Up, The Mummies, Kerrie Biddell, Derrick May, Howard Jones, Angry Samoans, Royal Trux, Peter and Kerry, Inner City, Pharoah Sanders, Deepchord, The Invisible, Parry Music, Jeff Lynne, Anthony Braxton, Technova, Clear Light, Eli Mardock, the Soft Cell, Lindisfarne, Kings Of Tomorrow, Erykah Badu, T. Rex, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Country Joe & The Fish, Rufus Thomas, Laurel Aitken, David Axelrod, The Smiths, Iggy Pop, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Dead C, The Vogues, Robert Wyatt, Connie Case, The Walker Brothers, Quadrant, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Lakeside, The Toasters, Bill Wells, Slave, Alison Limerick, Black Flag, Joyce Sims, Girls At Our Best!, Faraquet, The Monochrome Set, Vainqueur, Negative Approach, Roger Hodgson, Panda Bear, Andrew Hill, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.

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)