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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.

All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Jesus and Mary Chain, Scrapy, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Ossler, Michelle Simonal, Hot Snakes, Sparks, Juan Atkins, Mary Jane Girls, The Leaves, Ohio Players, cv313, Shoche, Letta Mbulu, Idris Muhammad, Soul II Soul, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Fuzztones, Ajijia Myrayebe, B.T. Express, Harpers Bizarre, Rod Modell, Skaos, EPMD, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Erykah Badu, Curtis Mayfield, kango's stein massive, Marvin Gaye, Stetsasonic, Inner City, Deadbeat, Eric Copeland, The Alarm Clocks, Schoolly D, Jesper Dahlbäck, Television, Fugazi, Throbbing Gristle, Bronski Beat, the Fania All-Stars, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, the Swans, Dave Gahan, Cabaret Voltaire, L. Decosne, Goldenarms, Chris Corsano, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sad Lovers and Giants, Icehouse, Bush Tetras, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Albert Ayler, Eric B and Rakim, Gang Green, The Buckinghams, Guru Guru, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Hasil Adkins, FM Einheit, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.

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)