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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.

All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Terry Callier, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Robert Görl, Sad Lovers and Giants, Eyeless In Gaza, Shuggie Otis, Urselle, Ultravox, Soul II Soul, Boredoms, Sound Behaviour, The Angels of Light, The Doors, Curtis Mayfield, Livin' Joy, Barbara Tucker, Can, Radiohead, Ultimate Spinach, Bauhaus, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Funkadelic, Joyce Sims, The Evens, Nik Kershaw, John Foxx, UT, Amazonics, Kaleidoscope, The Birthday Party, Leonard Cohen, Suburban Knight, The Fire Engines, Unrelated Segments, Q and Not U, Electric Prunes, Scratch Acid, Adolescents, The Martian, Delta 5, Ronan, David Axelrod, Technova, Groovy Waters, The Blues Magoos, Radio Birdman, Blancmange, The Tremeloes, Sister Nancy, Marine Girls, Dead Boys, Kings Of Tomorrow, Tubeway Army, The Dave Clark Five, Jesper Dahlbäck, Sex Pistols, Moebius, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).

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)