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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.

All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Black Moon, Arthur Verocai, Skarface, Don Cherry, Marc Almond, 48th St. Collective, Wings, Flipper, Von Mondo, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Terrestrial Tones, Bill Near, Lalo Schifrin, Marvin Gaye, Lightning Bolt, Schoolly D, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Count Five, Boredoms, Sonny Sharrock, Tom Boy, Suburban Knight, The Human League, Zero Boys, Clear Light, Harry Pussy, Junior Murvin, The Slackers, Cabaret Voltaire, the Germs, Jacob Miller, The Angels of Light, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, LL Cool J, Max Romeo, Alison Limerick, The Pretty Things, The Skatalites, Rosa Yemen, Altered Images, Second Layer, Harpers Bizarre, Zapp, Oppenheimer Analysis, Motorama, Neil Young, The Raincoats, The Tremeloes, Camouflage, These Immortal Souls, KRS-One, The Residents, Rhythm & Sound, Blossom Toes, Nils Olav, Dead Boys, Mr. Review, The Remains, Bluetip, Drexciya, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Fifty Foot Hose, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.

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)